Lars was dying slow.Too slow. Blood pooling beneath him, soaking into the dirt like some kind of offering to the earth, and Amelia couldn't look away. She knelt beside him, hands hovering uselessly over the wound in his side, knowing there was nothing to do, nothing to fix, just this horrible waiting while life drained out of him one shallow breath at a time.Around them, the battle had gone quiet. Wolves retreating, the injured being carried away, the dead being counted. But in this small circle of trampled grass and blood, time had slowed to something cruel and intimate. Just her and Lars and the space between heartbeats growing longer, longer, too long."Amelia." Her name came out wet, choked. Blood on his lips, in his teeth, staining everything. "Stay. Please."She was already staying. Had been since he'd thrown himself between her and that final attack, since he'd taken teeth meant for her throat and let them tear him open instead. Carlos had tried to pull her away, had said ther
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