••• Charlotte’s POV •••

I felt Hayden wrap his arms around me, and couldn't help sobbing. “Hayden… It hurts…”

“It will pass soon, Lottie… It will pass soon…” he comforted me.

How could it pass soon? The needles were piercing deep into my wrist, it was better if I cut off my hand.

“Hayden… Please chop my hand off,” I begged him. “I don't want to die yet.”

I didn't know why Aleksander rolled into the fire. Was his pride so important to him that he’d rather die in a gruesome way? Did he really want me to die with him? Did Hayden succeed in pulling him away from the...