Sobs are racking her body, and I’m holding the knife still while she desperately tries to sink it into her beautiful heart. “My heart hurts.” More sobs. More cries to let her die. This is wrong. This is so very wrong. Paedyn is too strong, too stubborn, too special. She can’t die. I won’t allow it. Not by her hand or anyone else’s. Her screams are splitting my soul, my head, my heart.
