Razael’s eyes fluttered open, at first certain she was only a cruel hallucination—until her warm hand closed around his. Barely conscious, his voice broke in a ragged whisper. “It… might be too late. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.” His weak grip tightened on hers, desperate. “But I love you… I don’t want to leave you. Please… help me. Don’t let me go.”
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