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"What happened to Irikah?" My brows arched together in question.

"She's lost a lot of blood. I doubt she’ll make it," Darius responded, his hand still stained with her blood.

Confusion set within me, as I dashed towards the ensuite of the Palace. "What do you mean by that?"

There she was, lying weakly on a bed, her body pale. I knelt down close to her, tears threatening to let out.

But just then, finding a new surge of strength, I took her hand into mine. "I won’t let you die, Irikah. This is my promise to you."

She smiled sadly, as if telling me a silent goodbye.

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