Hound
I close my eyes p. The darkness swirled around him in bright blooms of pain.
I can't breathe. My chest hurts very badly. Holy f**k, I didn't think this through did I?
Shit.
"I heard that joke of a Queen is pregnant with your child, Hound. I'll be sure to kill it."
Huh? Something inside me shifts. I find myself lifting up onto his sword, my body aching, the hole in my gut getting bigger and bigger.
"Stubborn?"
All I can taste is blood. And all I can see is him. How dare he...
How dare he threaten my child? Now I'm semi-content being stabbed. But no one—no one threatens my baby.
It f*****g sucks, because if I don't get help very soon, I'm going to die.
But...it's my job. It's my purpose. It's my job to die for my child. For my family.
My...
"You won't touch him," I croak. "
