Solace. She has to be safe. I need her to be safe. Hope slips from my soul, draining from my physical body. I have failed. My vision goes blurry, my lips tingle, and my lungs scream for air. “I will not say it twice,” that honey-sweet voice I had longed to hear for sixteen years rang through my head. “Put my mate down, Xade.” I cry a silent plea for my mate as I lose consciousness.
LFG
