Mira’s POV Cora saw the door opening too, a flicker of fear, desperation, and regret flashed on her face, but was quickly replaced with a wicked grin as she saw my mates already in the opening door. “If I am going to die, I will take you with me,” she spat and lunged at me, aiming directly at my heart. In that second, my head spun as I saw beautiful memories shared with my family and my friends. Would I never see my mom’s beautiful face, would I not hear my dad’s calming voice, would I not feel the sweet kiss of Dorrin on my lips and the warm touch of Alexander? Marina, Valen, my friends…And my babies, would they not see daylight? No, I refused to die. I could not run chained, but I flinched, and the dagger passed through my ribs below my heart and above my stomach. The heat started spreading—this gross, hot wetness soaking into my tattered dress—and I realised I couldn't catch my breath. Blood gushed out of my wound, and I felt weak, nauseated, and lightheaded as life was draining
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