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I couldn’t breathe.
My hands shook uncontrollably.
“What …?” The words got stuck in my throat.
No, no, no. It had to be a trick of my mind. Another hallucination coming to haunt me, because there was no way in hell Kane would kill Theron.
It couldn’t be.
Eyes wide, Theron’s hands flew to his neck, but the cut was too large and blood seeped between his fingers. Theron’s legs gave out, and he slid to the ground. I dashed to him and knelt by his side.
“No, no, no,” I cried, reaching for his neck. Maybe I could stop the bleeding with my fire. I had done it before with Artan’s wound; it had to work now too.
Kane put a hand on my shoulder. “Mirella.”
I flinched at his touch.
Waking up from his shock, Artan drew his sword and pointed the blade to Kane’s chest. “Stay away from her.” He
