*He couldn't breathe. Couldn't react. It was like he was draggin' ass through quicksand. He saw the glint of steel, choked out a shout to his mate, but he knew that he'd never fucking make it in time. Illy turned in slow motion, the welcoming smile on her face dying as the shadowy female lunged, blade sinking deep.*
*Stumbling over himself, he redoubled efforts to get to her. The shadowy figure dissipated as he approached, dropping to his knees to gather Illy in his arms.* It's okay bit, I got ya. I ain't letting you go. We'll fix it. We'll... *He pressed a hand to her side to add pressure, for the first time in a long time feeling as if he were fighting back tears. He'd treated plenty of wounds in service, and he knew that this wasn't something he could fix.*
*Bending his head, he met her lips, the kiss hard and bruising* Don't you fucking leave me, Illy. *He could fight all he wanted, he could tell that she was having trouble holding on. Tipping his head back, he let out a feral scream, a sound he hadn't even known he could produce. Over the echo, he heard feminine laughter, and an entreaty to follow.*
*As Illy's eyes closed, he shook, tasting blood where he'd bitten his tongue. As grief swamped him, the blaring alarm jerked him awake in a cold sweat, panicky breathing making his chest heave as he scrambled to grab his mate, pulling her to him. He didn't even give a damn if he woke her up. Hands roving over her flesh, he assured himself that she was unharmed before gathering her into his arms, pressing a kiss to her temple.*
*Whoever the fuck the crazy bitch was? She'd fucked with the wrong goddamned family.*
*Bending his head, he met her lips, the kiss hard and bruising* Don't you fucking leave me, Illy. *He could fight all he wanted, he could tell that she was having trouble holding on. Tipping his head back, he let out a feral scream, a sound he hadn't even known he could produce. Over the echo, he heard feminine laughter, and an entreaty to follow.*
*As Illy's eyes closed, he shook, tasting blood where he'd bitten his tongue. As grief swamped him, the blaring alarm jerked him awake in a cold sweat, panicky breathing making his chest heave as he scrambled to grab his mate, pulling her to him. He didn't even give a damn if he woke her up. Hands roving over her flesh, he assured himself that she was unharmed before gathering her into his arms, pressing a kiss to her temple.*
*Whoever the fuck the crazy bitch was? She'd fucked with the wrong goddamned family.*