OLEANDER POV
"Please wake up," I whispered, clutching Grandma Clarice's limp body in my arms.
I sat on the floor, staring at her pale face. Her eyes were shut, her lips parted. My vision blurred as my gaze moved down to her bruised neck where a angry red marks was and then to her chest.
She wasn't breathing. Was she dead?
"No." I shook my head, wiping my cheeks. I sniffled hard before placing two fingers against the side of her neck, searching for a pulse.
Nothing.
"Don't die," I sobbed, lowering my head against her chest. Silence.
She was dead. An anguished cry tore out of me.
"You said you'd protect me!" I cried, holding her tightly against my body. "Why?"
Why the hell had she attacked the creature knowing she wouldn't even be able to take it on? Why the hell had she thrown her life away like it meant nothing?
My heart squeezed tight at the thought of Knox.
Would he hate me now?
After all, she had been alive while pretending to play dead, only to decide to fight back.
