My chest burned and my fists tightened, fingers digging into my skin. I was dying. Once again, I was dying.

Once again, I was about to lose everything at the hands of the same man I had always fought for.

Was this what unrequited love felt like? To give and give until there was nothing left but one's life and even that was useless?

The dagger Atlas Volkan lodged in my chest deepened and my body sank deeper. I shut my eyes, accepting my fate. This was it. I failed. I lost ...