Nicolette's POV

"I would really love to stay and watch your precious mate bleed out but I can't take you with help on the way," he said and disappeared with impressive speed.

I dropped to the ground where Malcom was laying. If a normal dagger had hit him it wouldn't have affected him but it was sliver.

Smoke curled up from his skin from where the weapon was implanted in his shoulder. He laid flat on his back growling at the pain. Tears rolled down my face from the immense pain my body was feeling.

The smell of Malcom's blood made my demon antsy. The time he gave us his...