No More Bleeding For You
Language: en
I possess a very specific, very devastating kind of magic: I can see the exact day a person’s life will end. The numbers hover above their heads, an invisible, ticking clock. And if I am willing to pay the price, I can intervene. I can rewrite their fate. Declan Forbes was the man I loved for five years. For half a decade, I stood between him and the grave, repeatedly pulling him back from the brink of a death that the universe had prescribed for him. I still remember the day we met. The digits suspended in the air above his dark hair read a mere ten days. I was the reason he was still…