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She says nothing, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. I curse under my breath, dragging her to the sink to run her hands under cold water.Where has my Abbie gone?

“Why would you burn yourself?” I ask again, grabbing her face gently, forcing her to meet my gaze. Tears blur her eyes, and my heart breaks for her.

I pull Abbie into my arms, holding her tight against me as she sobs, her body shaking with the force of her emotions. I can feel her guilt radiating from her, and it breaks my heart to see her in such a state.

As Abbie’s anguished cries fill the cabin, my heart shatters into a million pieces. “Pain is in your head,” she tells me, her voice breaking. “Physical pain is nothing but this,” she clutches her chest, “this inside me, it’s unbearable. It hurts, Gannon. It’s an ache that never stops. You say I’m good, but I’m angry. I’m so angry, Gannon. I want them to hurt like they hurt me.”

“They can’t hurt you anymore Abbie. They’re dead,” I try to remind her.

But she breaks down even more, pulling at her hair, yanking it as if trying physically to remove her torment. “They aren’t dead, Gannon! Can’t you see? They haunt me!” she screams, her voice filled with despair.

“They live, Gannon, they live,” she repeats, clutching her head, her memories haunting her in a way that makes me feel utterly helpless. Then, she starts chanting a call for Azalea, almost like she is repeating a mantra before she starts rambling. “More than my life, more than my life, more than my life. But Idon’t want this life. She made me promise,” Abbie sobs, lost in her torment.

In a panic, I let her go, my eyes darting around the room until they land on a knife in the kitchen. Snatching it, I move toward her with determination, thrusting the knife into her hand.

“That’s right, more than my life, Abbie.” I press the knife, now clasped in her hand, against my heart. “You want to end it, you end me too. Do you hear me?”

Abbie’s sobs turn into gasps of shock as I press the knife against my chest, daring her to end my life along with hers. She looks at me with wide, tear-filled eyes, and I can see the terror in her expression.

“Come on, Abbie. Do it,” I goad her, pushing the blade closer to my heart. “End it all.”

Her grip tightens on the knife, trembling as she struggles with her emotions. “Stop,” she pleads, her voice cracking.

“You want it to stop? Then make it stop,” I demand, my voice shaking with emotion. I don’t know if this is the right thing to do, but I can’t just stand by and watch Abbie hurt herself anymore.

For a moment, we stay frozen in that position, our bodies tense and our eyes locked. The tip of the knife presses against my chest, over my heart.

“My heart isn’t worth beating if yours isn’t. More than my life,” I repeat her words back to her, my voice firm yet filled with an emotion I can barely contain.

“So, what’s it gonna be? Are you going to kill me? Because I can’t live without you. My heart only beats for you.”

Her lips quiver, tears streaming down her face as she looks at me, the knife trembling in her grasp. The weight of her decision hangs in the air between us, a palpable tension that threatens to consume us both. In this moment, I realize the depth of her pain, the darkness that she’s been fighting alone.

But she’s not alone, not anymore. I’m here, willing to bear the burden of her pain, to stand by her side through the darkness until we find the light together. “Abbie, please,” I whisper, my voice breaking with the intensity of my plea. “I need you more than my life. We can get through this together.”

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Abbie lets out a sob and drops the knife to the floor.

“I can’t,” she cries out, falling to her knees as tears stream down her face. “I can’t do it.”

Without hesitation, I drop to the ground beside her and wrap my arms around her trembling form. It breaks my heart to see her like this - so broken and vulnerable.

“It’s okay,” I whisper soothingly into her hair as she clings to me for dear life.

“You’re not alone, Abbie. You’ll never be alone again,” I promise her, my voice steady.

I love her, and I’ll do whatever it takes to see her smile again, to see her realize how truly beautiful and strong she is.

Chapter

Four

AZALEA

Two days have passed, and I never thought I would be so relieved for Kyson to be out of the castle. He has been driving me up the wall, constantly watching my every move and forcing vitamins down my throat. It has only been a week since we found out about the pregnancy, and he’s already becoming overbearing. He had explained that one week in human pregnancy equated to three or four weeks for Lycans. But if it’s only been a week, I dread to think about what a fortnight will bring. Nevertheless, there is a silver lining to his absence – Abbie will be returning tomorrow. The prospect of her company brings a welcome relief to the monotony of castle life, especially since Kyson had forbidden me from helping Peter, the stable boy, or assisting Clarice. I might die of boredom before he gets back.

When I wake up to find him off on business, I feel relieved. This relief is short-lived, however, when I find out, he assigns me a babysitter in the form of Liam. Liam is… let’s just say… eccentric. Despite his disturbing sense of humor, he has a way of entertaining Dustin and me, who doesn’t seem to mind his presence either.

“My Queen,” Liam greets as he walks into the room. I roll my eyes playfully and scoot to the edge of the bed upon seeing him enter. In his hands are the dreaded vitamins and a green, chunky-looking smoothie that Kyson has been making me drink three times a day. The concoction tastes absolutely dreadful. “Bottoms up,” Liam says, holding out the glass of green sludge and the pills.

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