DIMITRI'S POV

I continued to stare at her body. I didn't know what to do. I didn't have any idea how to move on from this.

I had figured I would hurt Milana with my choice, but I didn't expect it to end up like this. I never wanted it to end like this.

"Milana," I whispered, hoping it would turn out to be just some bad dream.

"Wake up, Milana." I urged, shaking her limp body. It was stiff. Her head was blue and drained of blood.

I felt a hand grip my shoulder, and I turned to face the figure. ...