"Drake, no!" she cried, her voice thick with desperation. She pressed her hands against his chest, her fingers trembling as she tried to stem the tide of blood that seemed to pour endlessly from his mouth. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not stop the torrent or quell the rising anxiety that threatened to ruin her faith.
"Why is it not working? What should I do?"
With a shuddering gasp, Drake's body went limp, his eyes fluttering closed as he slumped back against the pillows. Acceber's heart clenched in her chest as she watched him, her mind reeling with a thousand possibilities, each more terrifying than the last. 'I will find the person responsible for his injuries. I will exchange that person's life for the blood that my mate shed today!'
