Chapter 87

  Dominico's POV

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  My mind reels, and the words echo endlessly as I watch Alaric, pale and unmoving, the blood pouring from his chest in relentless waves. My hands shake as I press down, trying to stem the bleeding. It won't stop. His pulse flutters weakly under my fingers, his s...

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