*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh’s POV*
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This. This feeling again? How many times do I have to feel this kind of ugly sensation within a day? Within this lifetime of mine? Why?
I don’t even know if this is real or is this the same as that bullsh*t illusion I experienced earlier. Yet this is more hurting because I feel like this is really happening in the real world.
I know I had seen this moment before, my mate being stabbed right in her chest from behind, and I did nothing to prevent it from happening.
I am always useless, and I call myself her protector? The goddess was mistaken in choosing me to be Pryce’s mate. I always fail to defend her, save her, and ensure that she's safe when I am around her. I truly don't deserve her.
I could barely hear the happenings around me, and when Pryc
