This can't be happening. I won't let it.
I bust through the doors of medical and rest Marinah on one of the beds. I don't see Axel, so I administer the antidote myself jabbing the needle into her arm. "Come on, Marinah, fight!"
"It won't help, King," Axel says from over my shoulder. One look in his eyes and I want to take off his head. He doesn't know what he's saying.
"It must," I shout in frustration. I take Marinah's hand and bring it to my cheek. "She's my mate," I implore my friend. "She can't die. You need to cut the poison out."
"King," he says softly.
"No! Screw you. Do something to save her. You can."
"I can't." He shakes his head then turns and leaves the room.
He's left her to die.
I bury my face in her stomach and hold on. If I can hold her long enough, she can beat thi
