(Kieran POV)
Warmth spread from where Catherine pressed her palms against the deepest wound, heat that seemed to flow directly from her skin into tissue that had been going cold with silver poisoning. Not supernatural healing—humans didn't possess that kind of regenerative ability—but something else, something that felt like life force shared through sheer determination.
"Stay with me," she whispered, her voice cutting through the static that had been filling my head since blood loss reached critical levels. "Don't you dare leave me now, not after everything we've been through."
Her hands were steady despite the fear I could smell rolling off her in waves, despite the blood that was probably staining clothes she'd never be able to clean properly. She held pressure against wounds that sh
