Chapter 327
- “That looks… terrible.” My voice was a shaky whisper, but I forced myself into action as Emiliano demanded my hands.
- “The blade was poisoned,” he said, his tone sharp with urgency. “She wasn’t holding back tonight—she wanted him dead. Now, place your hands over his chest.”
- Without hesitation, I pressed my palms against the wound. Warm blood oozed through my fingers, mingling with the tears spilling freely down my face.