Chapter 78: The Bloodline Key

DAMON

The room smelled of antiseptics, and I hated the smell of that shit.

But most importantly, my Cupcake was lying on the hospital bed, a bandage wrapped around the part of her ribcage. It had been four days now, and she had been lying on that hospital bed, looking so fucking fragile.

"I'm so sorry."

I whispered, holding onto her hands, which were so cold in mine.

"Please wake up, Cupcake. I need you."

I said, hoping she would hear me and magically wake up from ...