Carrying the Hockey Prince's Secret child
I pressed my hands hard against his chest to stop the bleeding, but his eyes were already starting to lose their light, he used his very last bit of strength to lift his arm and press a cold, old brass key right into the center of my palm, closing my fingers over it tightly.
"Don't trust anyone, Azrielle, you have to run and stay hidden from the public eye," he gasped out, his voice fading into a tiny whisper as he looked right into my eyes, and his final words were, "Especially the Kingsleys, they are behind everything."
His hand fell completely limp against the sheets, his eyes went wide and vacant as the heart monitor beside the bed let out a long, continuous beep, I fell onto his chest,