BLAISE'S POV
There’s nothing more soul-draining than realizing someone you care about could die. Sure, everyone has an expiration date, but when that time is closer than it should be, life itself feels like hell.
Jack lifts his gaze to me, his expression raw and shattered. “What are we going to do?” His voice cracks, and I can see the fight to hold back tears. “Blair can’t die, Blaise.”
Blair can’t die. That much, I know. If anything happens to her, I don’t think I’ll ever recover from it. I haven’t been honest with Jack, with Albert, not even with myself but one truth sits heavy in my chest: Blair has to live.
My wife has to live. And I’ll do everything I promised her.
I swallow, forcing air into my lungs, and forcing my mind to steady because panicking won’t help her. Thinking will.
