Amelia’s POV

“Lucifer!”

The scream ripped through my throat before I even realized it.

His body was heavy in my arms, his head tilting back and his eyes half-closed.

He was dying.

Blood flowed from the wound in his side and it wouldn’t stop.

I pressed my hand there anyway, trying to hold it in, trying to stop something that couldn’t be stopped.

“Lucifer, please,” I whispered again, shaking him. “Open your eyes… please!”

He didn’t move. His breath came was weak, ...