Knives shouldn’t care that you’re bleeding out. He’s the one that did this to you. You’d gotten in his way, you had to be eliminated.

Nai.

His name—his actual name—is inked across your skin. He can see it now that your shirt is torn. You’re his soulmate. You’re human, and his soulmate. He should leave you there to die, but Knives hesitates. In a split second decision, he presses a hand to your wound, and lifts you up. He’ll never understand why he saves you that day.