They threw Ethan to the floor in front of me, his body limp and lifeless. A choked sob escaped my throat as I scrambled forward, shoving Bartholomew away with a burst of strength I didn’t know I had. I fell to my knees beside Ethan, pulling him into my arms. He was breathing—thank God, he was breathing—but he was pale, his skin cold to the touch.
I cradled him, pressing my forehead to his as tears blurred my vision. “Ethan, please wake up,” I whispered, my voice shaking with fear. “Please…”
But he didn’t stir.
This was all my fault. They were hurt because of me. Once again, the people I loved were getting hurt, and it was my fault.
“Fine,” I said, my voice hollow, defeated. “I’ll marry him. I’ll marry Dominico. Just... just let them go. Please.”
I looked up at my uncle, my heart shatt
