ARTHUR'S POV:
It felt as though my heart seized to beat for a moment, but in the next second, it was hammering wildly in its cage again.
The sight of Fiona’s limp form in my arms pushed me into action and in the next minute, I was sinking my teeth into my wrists, piercing through the skin.
And as the blood trickled out of the cut, I shifted Fiona and cupped her head, moving my wrists to her lips and feeding my blood to her.
There were no movements from her and she remained lax in my arms, with eyes closed.
My heart continued to hammer in my chest and I shook her gently, hoping to rouse her from whatever slumber she was currently buried in.
Nothing happened.
The panic in my stomach swelled and doubled as the seconds passed by and there were no reactions from Fiona.
This could
