Amelia
The pain ripping through my chest caught me unaware, stopping me in my tracks before I had even run five feet. I couldn’t help it I whirled around, eyes searching.
Dewi just stood there, his beautiful chest slick with his blood. He was pulling the knife from his chest. The knife I had put there. And he was doing it slowly. His scarlet eyes blazing as we stared at each other over the small expanse of dewy grass that separated us.
It was his pain I was feeling. And it took my breath away.
“Run Amelia” His voice was soft but there was something inhuman in it now. Something that bordered on monstrous. But I still couldn’t move. I stood there rooted to the spot, the robe that smelled so much like him gaping low at the front, my breasts threatening to pop free.
“Dewi” My hands
