Kinshra looked at him with wide eyes. Her skin prickled with goosebumps and her heart thundered in her chest. "Biham! Biham!" she shook his shoulders. "Get up!" She wasn't sure what just happened. "No, no, no, no, no, no." Her stomach dropped when her gaze went to his torso at the sight of the gaping holes. There were too many to be counted but the most prominent one was at the center of the chest. Blood was darkening from the wound as it came out.
"He's okay," she murmured to herself. "He is an Alpha and the king of Pegasii. He is okay." He had gone to so many battles and been stabbed and bruised, and he had been very fine. "He's fine."
But Biham was staring at her face with glassy eyes. He was gone…
