Page 145 of Savage Crown

I don’t think.

I don’t plan.

I kill.

Nhilian’s men barely have time to react before I tear through them.

I rip my blade across a throat, feel the hot splash of blood coat my hands.

I want them all dead.

I want them to suffer.

But Nhilian?—

He is already stepping back, slipping into the darkness.

"You’re too late," he murmurs, his voice almost soft, mocking.

I drop to my knees beside her.

Blood seeps into the stone beneath her, pooling, spreading toward the altar like an offering.

I press my hands to the wound, desperate, frantic.

"Seraphina," I whisper.

Her lashes flutter.

And she smiles.

She smiles.

Like it’s okay.

Like she doesn’t regret this.

Like I won’t die from this.

I choke on my breath.

"Stay with me."

Her fingers twitch.

But she is slipping.

The light is fading from her eyes.

And I am losing her.

No.

NO.

I will not let this happen.

I will not let her die.

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