Kennis's pov I couldn't die, not without taking him with me. I wouldn't let him have her. I felt the poison coursing through my veins, gradually overtaking me. I staggered, my vision blurring. Diara was crying and begging me not to die, unaware of the danger she was putting herself in. Her hands and clothes were covered in blood, my blood. "No, please, Kennis," she begged. I could only inhale her intoxicating scent. The discomfort I felt was immense, yet I clung to her scent for solace, and it helped.Horus had cast a spell around us to ensure that no one could enter, but my mate managed to neutralize it....