Chloe’s pov
Blood pooled fast across the cold wooden floorboards, soaking into the hem of my dark wool cloak.
Lisa lay motionless at my feet. The deep, jagged s***h across her chest oozed dark crimson, her face pale as ash, her eyes fixed and glossy under the dim firelight. Her breathing had completely stopped.
"Lisa!" I shrieked, the raw, frantic scream tearing my throat raw.
My heart hammered violently against my ribs, a sharp, suffocating terror choking out every drop of air in my lungs. I collapsed onto my knees beside her, my hands trembling as I tried to press my palms over her fatal chest wound. Cold blood seeped through my fingers, warm and slick against my skin.
"No, no, no... Lisa, please!" I sobbed, pulling her frail body against my chest.
A cold, wet laugh echoed from the
