Page 78 of Forsaken Desire
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My mate’s eyes remained closed and her complexion had turned pallid.
“Please wake up, Princess.” My voice sounded like it didn’t belong to me.
She was breathing. I chanted it over and over.She’s alive. She’s breathing. I pulled her tight to my front, clutching her like I could keep her alive with my touch.
I couldn’t see. I couldn’t think.
This was all my fault. My beautiful, gentle mate sufferedbecause of me.
Her sluggish heartbeat stuttered against my palm. Fear like I’d never known flooded through me. I didn’t deserve her. Didn’t deserve to have happiness. But . . .
Please. I won’t live without you.
