‘Well, why are you doing this? Why do you keep saving me? Why don’t you just let them kill me? I don’t understand what you need me for,’ she argues back, then clings tighter onto my shirt and leans against my chest. It hurts but also feels good as she is against my wound.

　　I calm my breathing. I feel terrible for telling Lylah she made everything worse. When in fact, she has only made my world better by being my blood flame.

　　‘There’s a good reason why I won’t let anyone harm or kill you. In time you will know,’ I tell her.

　　‘Know what? What don’t I know?’...