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I collapsed to the ground, barely able to register what was happening, just the growls, the sounds of flesh tearing, the clash of claws and fangs.
Through my bleary vision, I caught glimpses of the brutal struggle: Scar’s snarling face twisted in pain, the shadow of another figure moving with lethal precision.
Gabriel.
He fought like a storm unleashed, his movements a deadly blur.
Scar landed a few blows, but Gabriel was relentless, pressing him back with each attack, his eyes burning with fury.
Scar barely had time to react before Gabriel lunged forward, his fangs sinking into Scar’s throat.
I watched, frozen, as Scar choked, his hands scrabbling weakly at Gabriel’s shoulders, but it was no use.
Gabriel held him in an unbreakable grip, the intensity in his eyes so fierce it made my pulse race.
Finally, Scar’s body went limp, his eyes rolling back as Gabriel released him, letting him crumple to the ground.
Gabriel stepped back, breathing heavily, his gaze fixated on Scar’s unmoving form before he turned his attention to me.
I stared at him, stunned, my mind reeling. He was… alive.
“You’re…” I choked, barely able to form the words.
My gaze drifted to his chest, where I’d driven the knife only hours before.
The wound was gone, completely healed, not even a scar remaining.
“Sorry it took some time.” Gabriel’s voice was rough. “I had to direct all my energy to healing that wound in my chest.”
He gave a wry smile, then added, “you missed my heart by half an inch, by the way.”
I blinked, the weight of his words finally breaking through my shock. Half an inch.
That close to losing him for good. Was he… making a joke? After everything?
Something in me snapped.
Relief crashed through me, fierce and overwhelming, and I moved without thinking, throwing myself forward.
I collided with him, clutching him tightly, barely able to believe he was solid, real, warm beneath my hands.
Gabriel’s arms wrapped around me without hesitation, holding me as I pressed my face against his shoulder.
The tension that had been building, the grief, the regret, the fear. It all shattered.
The next thing I knew, I was crying, the tears coming fast and unstoppable.
“I’m so sorry,” I choked out, the words spilling out over and over. “I’m so, so sorry, Gabriel.”
He hushed me softly, his hands moving in slow, soothing circles over my back. “Finn, it’s okay. It’s okay…”
But it wasn’t okay. I could still see that moment so clearly. The shock in his eyes when I’d stabbed him, the hurt.
The pain twisted inside me again, raw and jagged, and I clung to him tighter, half-expecting him to vanish if I let go.
“Finn,” he whispered, and I felt him tilt my chin up, his thumb brushing gently over my cheek, wiping away a stray tear.
I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze, and found him watching me with a depth of emotion that made my heart lurch.
