Ruthless Beasts

Chapter 47

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

MERCER

My fingers clung tight to her, holding on to any part of her I could touch. My life — the one I didn't even know I wanted, needed, deserved — was on this table, while blood coated the sheets.

The moment her heart stopped, failed to beat, gave in from a single moment of exhaustion, my heart stopped too. Unwilling to beat without its matching pair, refusing to operate without her love.

If she died, we'd die together, I promised myself, as they pried my fingers off her skin and tore her away from me.