THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME
Nathaniel's grip on my jacket was loosening, his fingers sliding through the fresh blood that covered my jacket.
His breathing had turned into a wet, shallow rattle, his skin turning a terrible, translucent shade of grey under the red glare of the emergency lights.
Nathaniel was dying.
"Come on, Nathaniel! Stay with me!" I ordered, my voice cracking as I pressed down harder on his chest.
Never had I been in such a situation where I was utterly and completely helpless.
Amaya was taken, my own sister had betrayed me to the enemy and now Nathaniel, my nephew, was going to die here.
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