I start to feel woozy, right as she lunges again. This time pain hits my shoulder. I cry out, dropping to my knees as my body starts to feel weak and cold. Tears fill my eyes as I start to feel my heartbeat slowing.
Looming over me, she cackles.
“You will die tonight, slowly.” She stands to full height, still laughing.
I hear a faintwhoosh, and her smile drops from her face. Staring at her, I watch in horror as her head slips from her body, blood spilling down onto the floor and over the bar, before her body drops to the floor.
Behind her is my villain turned hero.
“Delaney.” His voice sounds far away. “HALEN.”
“Oh, baby. Hold on. Okay. Hold on. We will fix you.”
He holds my body against his. I hate seeing the worry and concern on his face. Reaching up, I cup his jaw, my arm feeling heavy.
“I love you, Thorin Blackwood.”
I feel Halen next to me, touching my arm. I can feel his energy, but it fizzes, then he mutters, “Fuck, the poison is too far into her system, brother.”
“No. You have to do something,” Thorin snaps, then he looks back down at me. “Baby, please don’t leave me. I just fucking got you; you cannot leave me. I was stupid to fucking waste so much time. We could have had a great life. Fuck.”
Tears fall from his eyes, and my heart hurts knowing that I am about to leave this man.
“You will move on, since you live so long, old man. I am sorry for how I reacted about the news of Olwen; I am glad that you had her for a time. I will love you for all of eternity, Thorin. Thank you for loving me, even if for only a short time,” My eyes flutter closed, my body losing the will to live.
“NO.No, you do not get to leave me. Fucking wake up, baby. Delaney.” His voice breaks, his tears landing on my face.
My hand falls to my side, too weak to keep touching him.
“You know what to do, brother.”
That is the last thing I hear before I lose my fight and darkness takes me.
26
Thorin
If I were human, it would be around this time that I would feel tired, needing sleep and food to keep my energy up, but I got nothing.
Do not need shit right now except for my girl.
My mate.
I sit forward on the chair in my room, my elbows on my knees, burying my head in my hands, at a fucking loss for what to do next.
This was not what was supposed to happen.
I had a fucking plan.
“Fuck my life,” I mutter.
Images of what happened at Starlight two days ago play like a movie in my head. The fighting, the screams, then her. My woman screaming my name from behind the bar.
The Fury in front of her. The cunt casting a slow-motion spell on the room; it took all of my alpha power to push through, but it was too late.
I failed her. Seeing the blade slash through her beautiful skin will be embedded in my mind for as long as I live.
Scrubbing my hands over my head, the short bristles itch my palms.
