The Barter Novel Sierra and Xavier

---- tree as the makeshift bandage tightened around his leg.

His hands clench into fists but he doesn't let a single cry leave his lips.

She stares at his bloody leg and shakes her head in a no.

Her breathing comes out rugged Tt's spreading...

Its.

Damien looks down to realise she was right.

His veins were turning dark.

T told you I can't be saved.

Now will you just leave me? No.

Her voice was firm, laced with an unyielding determination that silenced Damien.He couldn't help stare at her with his mouth a gap.

What is this woman? Instead of arguing further, she pulled out the dagger from his boots and took in a deep breath.

Her eyes close and her grip on the dagger tightens.

Tneed to do this.

I am sorry.

But this is the only ---- Chapter 464 way to stop this.

There is still time.

Her eyes tear, those hazel eyes look at him in hope as Damien watches her lining the dagger on his leg.

She was right.

It could be stopped here if only...

Do it.

He gives her the permission.

Picking up a thick tree branch fallen beside, he places it between his teeth and nods at her.

Please forgive me...

Damien...

please.

With this, he closes his eyes and just like that she brings the dagger down.

---- Chapter 465 The first cut was brutal Damiens muffled scream tore through the stillness, his body arching against the agony.

She cut through muscle, sinew, and flesh, blood spurting in crimson waves.noveldrama

His veins, blackened and thick like roots, seemed to fight her every move.

Her tears blurred her vision, but she didn't stop.

She couldn't.

Told on, Damien.

Just hold on! she whispered urgently, though her voice quivered as much as her hands.

He pounded a fist against the ground, biting harder on the branch until it nearly snapped.

Each second stretched into an eternity as she worked, severing the infected leg just above the knee.

Finally, with one last forceful stroke, the limb came free.

It thudded to the ground, lifeless, black and ---- grotesque.

Alex froze, panting, her hands slick with blood.

For a moment, the world seemed to tilt, her own strength waning.

Damiens chest heaved, his face pale, sweat slicking his brow.

It's...

done? he rasped, spitting out the mangled branch.

Alex nodded, hastily tearing strips from her dress to staunch the bleeding.

She worked quickly, wrapping the makeshift tourniquet above the stump to slow the blood loss.

It's done.

You're going to be okay, she murmured, though her voice lacked conviction.

She didnt know if he'd make it through the blood loss, the pain, or the infection that might still linger.

But that's for later.

Right now he was out of danger.

He will live.