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My mate’s eyes are filled with anguish.

Blood runs freely over her skin. Down her neck.

Her arms are covered in dried blood.

She hurts.

And I cannot get to her.

My enemy of old is screaming at me. Shouting.

But I do not listen.

I only look.

I try to see the solution.

If I jump to them, or try to get behind them, Morell could bury that blade in Nix.

If I push my gravito at them, it could force the blade into Nix.

I will have one chance.

One chance to save the other half of my soul.

I flex my fingers around the dagger.

This weapon is important. But it is not the most important one today.

Chapter 115

Nix

His shirt is open.

His sleeves are torn.

Blood coats his mouth. His chin. And tendrils of shadow crawl under his skin.

Volik is holding a dagger out at his side as the coastal breeze flutters his clothes around him.

He’s perfect.

Magnificent.

He’s worth everything.

Worth trying anything.

And I see it now.

What has to happen.

Volik doesn’t have to save me.

I’m going to save him.

Calmness settles over me.