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Dark’s POV

Dark carried Selene in a carriage, checking on her every few minutes, terrified he might lose her along the way.

The journey had stretched into its second day. The bottle of life could only do so much, it had merely prolonged her time. Nothing more.

“Dark…” Selene’s voice was faint, dry.

He rushed to her side. “Do you need something?”

She shook her head slowly. Her lips were pale, cracked. Her skin was burning up by the minute. The wound on her side hadn’t healed. Not even a little.

“You’ll be fine,” Dark muttered, taking her trembling hand in his. But the way her fingers barely curled...