Around us, the greenhouse roared with violence.
Keres was shouting.
Aiden snarled something that made the glass above us crash.
Claws scraped stone.
Bodies hit walls.
Glass was flying everywhere.
The whole world had narrowed to the blood under my palms and Thane’s face beneath me.
He looked impossibly pale.
His hand twitched against the floor.
He was leaving me for good. I knew that.
I grabbed it with one of mine for half a second before realizing I needed both hands on the wound and almost broke apart at the choice.
Hold him.
Save him.
Hold him.
Save him.
I chose the blood.
I pressed down again.
Harder.
He groaned, and the sound gutted me.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered immediately, because gods, I was hurting him, I was hurting him while trying to keep him here. “I’m sorry.
