~Isabella’s POV

The battlefield had grown quiet, but the silence was deafening. My heart pounded against my chest as I watched Lucian collapse, blood seeping through his hands as he crumbled to the ground. The dagger fell beside him with a metallic clink, the crimson evidence of his pain soaking into the earth.

“No!” I screamed, my voice echoing through the night.

I ran to him, my legs moving faster than I thought possible. Dropping to my knees, I grabbed his shoulders and shook him. His face was pale, his breaths shallow.

“Lucian, stop this madness!” I shouted, my hands pressing against the gaping wound on his side. The blood...