C39 TIDES OF BLOOD

Isabella's POV

“Breathe, damn it!” The words burst from my throat, rough and frantic. I place my palms to the wound in Enzo’s chest, blood flowing through my fingers. His eyes flutter, unfocused, and I feel the dread tearing at my insides. This can’t be happening. Not now. Not like this.

“Stay with me, Enzo,” I cry, my voice cracking. “You promised.”

His lips part, but no sound comes out