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I’m panting—no, hyperventilating. Our one shot of killing her is gone.

“No!” I cry out, falling to my knees as the weight of my error lands upon my shoulders entirely.

I just let Hazel slip through my fingers.

Chapter50

Knox

Devastation doesn’t begin to describe the emotions pummeling our bond from her heart, or the look on Axel’s features.

It’s absolute ruin.

That’s what’s shining in his forest green eyes.

I’m watching his heart break, and I know that because the last time I saw him like this, it was in the moments before the sword swung toward Ace.

Elysia rushes to Axel’s side, trying and failing to get through to him. All he can do is look to where Hazel stood with someone impersonating him moments before, his hands clutching nothing but air.

While Delilah—my sweet, golden-hearted woman—kneels on the deck and crumbles.

Her lips are moving feverishly, and it isn’t until I wrap my arms around her I hear what she’s repeating.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Nothing I say penetrates her utter heartache. Her lip wobbles, her voice cracking as she turns to me. “Our one shot…our one chance and she’s?—”

Delilah can’t finish the sentence before a sob flies from her mouth quicker than she can stop it and her eyes flood with a new wave of tears.

I hold her head to my chest, kissing her temple. “You didn’t know,” I murmur. “You couldn’t have.”

“We’ll have another chance, Delilah,” Elysia offers softly.

She doesn’t seem to register that. She just shakes her head, over and over, her face turned solely to the floor. Not daring to look anyone in the eyes.

Swallowing thickly, I ask Elysia, “Have you got him?”

Her eyes widen before she nods.

Without another word I make us vanish. I was hoping the privacy of our cabin would calm her but the second her feet touch the floor she’s up, her voice borderline hysterical.

“You need to find him! Oh my gods, we need to find him, Knox!”

She runs for the door but I wrap a hand around her waist and frown. “Find who?”

“Lenox—” She hiccups around a cry. “She impersonated him, he’s somewhere unconscious?—”

She doesn’t finish the sentence before I’m flying, whizzing down every hall of the ship without a care for if I injure myself. Door after door, I descend lower, practically turning feral as I call his name out over and over and over.

“Lenox!”

Nothing.

“Lenox! Lenox!”

I’m surprised my screaming doesn’t wake Harlow from her healing sleep in her room.

I come to a screeching halt when I hear a low murmur. Straining, concentrating, my brows furrow when it comes again from behind me, back the way I came on the sixth level of the ship, well below the kitchens.