FREYA’S POVI am cold.Not the kind of cold that bites the skin, but the kind that settles deep into the bones, the kind that tells you something vital is shutting down. The world around me feels distant, muted, like I’m sinking underwater while everything else continues above the surface without me.Adrian’s hand is in mine.It’s barely warm.That terrifies me more than the blood soaking into the ground beneath us.His breathing is shallow, uneven, every inhale sounding like it might be his last. I turn my head slightly, forcing my blurred vision to focus on him. His face is pale, lips tinged blue, lashes resting too still against his cheeks. This isn’t exhaustion. This isn’t unconsciousness.This is dying.Panic claws at my chest, sharp and suffocating. I try to pull more air into my lungs, but even breathing feels like work now. My body is failing too. I can feel it the weakness spreading, the heavy drag in my limbs, the way my heartbeat stutters instead of racing.We’re both dyin
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