JAIME’S POV
I freeze. Time halts the moment Harriet plunges the wolfsbane-coated blade into Carissa’s side. A gasp escapes her lips, and her knees buckle. My arms catch her before she can hit the ground.
“Carissa!” My voice cracks as I lower her to the floor.
Her eyes flutter, wide with pain. Her breathing is shallow now. Blood soaks through her shirt, staining my hands as I press against the wound.
Harriet makes a run for it immediately but I don’t care. She could vanish into the abyss for all I care. My world narrows to the girl in my arms—the girl who shouldn't matter, who shouldn't have this much of a hold on me.
“Carissa, stay with me. Do you hear me?” My voice is desperate, shaking. Her head tilts toward me. Her lips part to speak, but no sound comes out.
“Kaine!” I scream as
