Chapter 52
Nina’s POV
My lips pressed against Nikolai’s, desperate and trembling, forcing air into his lungs. His mouth was warm but still, tasting of blood and salt from the night’s horrors.
I breathed harder, my chest heaving, tears mixing with the rain on his face. “Come on,” I whispered between breaths, my voice breaking. “Don’t you dare leave me like this.” The helipad was cold under my knees, the wind whipping my torn gown around us like ragged flags.
Enzo and Dante stood nearby, their faces tight with worry, but I barely saw them. All I could focus on was Nikolai’s chest—rising slightly with my efforts, but weak, too weak.
Then I heard it. A soft whisper, barely a breath against my lips. “It’s going to be fine.” Nikolai’s voice, rough and low, like gravel under tires. His g
