Page 100 of Cursed King
“I’m slipping. Pull me up, I’m slipping!”
His arms are coated in blood and sweat and so are my hands. It’s wet and slippery and I can’t gain purchase on him. I can’t drag him up, but God, I’m trying. Even after all he’s done, I’m trying, because I’m not him and I don’t want to be him, but I can’t do it. It’s too much. He’s too heavy and my hand is back on his, having slid from his forearm, and then his fingers start to drop. One by one I lose my grip, and his goes as well.
That’s it. That’s all there is.
I watch the petrified shock on his face as he falls and falls and falls, and after he hits the rocks, his body crumpled and distorted, I turn away, unable to look anymore.
I crawl away from the window, out of the broken glass, but I don’t get far. I collapse in a heap, cold and half numb, my vision all but black.
I lie for a moment, maybe two when I faintly catch a clamoring of footsteps. A hand on my face, and I blink open my eyesthat somehow closed, catching the wild blue of Bellamy’s overflowing with tears. The blood on her neck that seeps through her covered bandages. The bruise on the side of her face. Still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
“Stay with me,” she begs.
I try to speak, but I can’t. Everything is slow. Everything is dim. “Samil…” I can’t finish. “My children.”
“Safe,” Javier says. “Better than you are. Next time I stay, and you get your children, Your Majesty. Next time I don’t follow that order.” There’s pressure on my chest, and I sputter, coughing, my eyes impossibly heavy. “Hold on, Your Majesty. Help is here.”
More pressure and voices I don’t recognize.
“I killed him.” Only I’m not sure I get the words out. I let him go. He slipped, and I let him go.
Bellamy’s forehead is pressed to mine. I try to move my hand, wanting,needing, to touch her, but everything feels so heavy.
“Sebastian. Please. I love you. Stay with me.” Her voice is distant. Somewhere else. I’m somewhere else. Slipping. Then it’s nothing but empty blackness and total silence. And I’m gone.
