Chapter 1028
Chapter 1028:
Another suffocating silence stretched between us.
At last, they relented, their eyes shadowed with sorrow.
Bryan let out a long, weary sigh, turned on his heel, and was the first to leave.
Dominic balled his fists, lingered for a heartbeat, then stormed out without a word.
Clayton cast me one final, lingering glance—brimming with reluctance—before slipping away quietly, leaving Jett and me alone in the stillness.
Makenna’s POV:
Once the three princes left the ward, I fixed Jett with a deep, determined look.
A small knife lay on the bedside table. Without hesitation, I seized it and slit my wrist with fierce resolve.
A sharp hiss escaped my lips as pain flared through my arm. Blood welled up instantly, dripping onto Jett’s slightly parted lips.
I watched him intently, each second stretching unbearably.
As Maia had warned, the effect was noticeably weaker this time. Though a faint color returned to Jett’s face, the change was sluggish—far slower than before.
What alarmed me even more was my body’s natural healing. The wound on my wrist was already knitting itself back together.
No. Not yet. Not when Jett was still in danger.
Gritting my teeth, I grabbed the knife once more and slashed along the same wound, cutting deeper this time. Fresh blood poured out in a steady stream.
I couldn’t afford to be concerned with anything else.
Jett needed me. And I would give him everything.
I couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but slowly, Jett’s complexion began to improve. His face, once ghostly pale, regained a touch of color, and his breathing grew steadier. This was it—the critical moment.
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Holding my breath, I reached for the dagger embedded in his chest. My fingers trembled as they closed around the hilt. “It has to work. It must work!”
I kept chanting as I clenched my jaw and wrenched the dagger out of his chest.
Blood gushed instantly, splattering across my face.
“No!” My scream tore through the room, my heart slamming against my ribs.
Maia’s warning resurfaced in my mind. There was no time to hesitate.
I lifted the knife and drove it straight into the artery of my wrist.
A stronger surge of blood spilled out, cascading into Jett’s mouth. As the blood drained quickly, a wave of dizziness washed over me. My legs gave way, threatening to collapse.
And my vision began to fade. I could feel my strength slipping away, but I forced myself to stay upright, pressing my wrist firmly against Jett’s lips.
Just as I was on the verge of fainting, a miracle unfolded before my eyes. The deep wounds on Jett’s chest and shoulder started to mend at an astonishing rate, the gaping holes shrinking before my very eyes.
Color slowly returned to his face—his once deathly pallor giving way to a warm, healthy glow.
Jett was finally safe!
My shoulders slumped with relief, and the tears I had been holding back spilled freely.
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