Sebastian closed his eyes for a second. He was bleeding out and he couldn't stop it. The snow underneath him was tainted red, much like an empty canvas. He had been shot in the shoulder by the guards of the Duke of Zval.

The only thing keeping him alive now was the thought that you were there beside him. You needed him. He needed you. You were wounded. So was he. He pulled you closer to his chest. "I'll keep you safe, okay?"