Chapter 258. A Woman

Love’s POV

Goddess, if I die tonight, I hope my children know I did everything I could to survive for them.

The thought echoed in my head, louder than the pain screaming through my body. I hoped Solara would remember my voice singing her to sleep, my hands braiding her hair. I hoped Cayden would remember how I kissed his forehead every night, how I told him stories until his eyes drooped. I hoped Ellis would forgive me for not being strong enough, fast enough, ruthless enough to make it back to them.

I braced myself for the pain.

For the final blow.

For the cold inevitability of death.

But it didn’t come.

Instead, the grip around my throat suddenly tightened—then froze. The weight pinning me to the tree shifted,