What’s he done? Why? Why would he . . . Then, as I watch, helpless, he crumples to the ground. I gasp and my hand flies to my mouth. I drop the shard of wood I’m holding and dash across the room. Sebastian writhes in agony on the floor. I pull his head onto my lap. “Sebastian?” I gasp. “Say something!” For a second he just lies there, sucking in deep breaths like he’s trying to get a handle on the pain. Then he reaches up and brushes my hair out of my eyes. He tries to tuck it back behind my ear, but it is too short and a lock of it falls forward again, which makes him smile, almost. “We were out of control, Melly. It was either this or kill you.” His hand drops back to his side and agony twists his features for an instant. “I couldn’t risk that.” Tears choke me. “I don’t understand.” “When I was wounded.
