Roman’s POV
I looked down at her.
She was still breathing—barely. Blood clung to her lips, smeared across her face, and soaked into every inch of her torn, battered body. She looked more like a corpse than someone still clinging to life.
I knelt beside her and slid my arms beneath her fragile frame.
"If not for Kael’s sake... pureblood or not... you would’ve died today," I muttered, unsure if she was even conscious enough to hear me. "I don’t want him to lose Sophia after everything he’s already lost—because of you."
I paused, jaw tightening.
"Lucian’s right. You don’t deserve to live. But..."
I lifted her into my arms. She felt weightless—far too light for someone who had once carried so much ruin in her name. But then, I pushed aside the thought, not wanting to feel a tinge of sym
