AMANDA'S POV
B-Blood?
I shrieked, but nothing came out of my lips. The sound died in my throat, strangled by the sheer horror consuming me. My lungs locked, my body stiffened, and my knees nearly gave out beneath me.
Blood.
Everywhere.
A pool of it, thick and dark, seeping across the cold stone floor. It dripped from Ashton’s body, spilling from the cruel, gaping wound in his stomach. His breathing—ragged, shallow, barely there—was the only proof he was still alive. His shirt was shredded, his skin sliced open, carved apart like a f*****g animal. And Theodus—monstrous, grinning Theodus—was crouched beside him, the blade of his knife still embedded in Ashton’s gut.
He twisted it.
A guttural, broken sound wrenched from Ashton’s lips. His body spasmed, back arching, but he was too w
