The Heiress's Brutal Revenge
Too much.
“Quinton,” I whispered, shaking him. “Hey. Stay with me. Don’t do this. You don’t get to do this.”
His eyes fluttered. “Worth it,” he whispered. “You… always worth it.”
“No,” I said, pressing my hand to the wound. “You’re going to be fine. You’re stronger than this.”
He laughed weakly. “Not stronger than love, Alina.”
I choked.
Behind me, Damien’s fury exploded. Flames engulfed the creature, forcing it back. Theo’s warriors pressed forward, driving spears and swords tipped in silver toward its limbs. They forced it to retreat, but not before it laughed.
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