The Barter Novel Sierra and Xavier

---- Tears blurred Alex's vision as she pressed her lips to his trembling hands.

What nonsense are you saying? You're not dying, Damien.

Stop talking like this! Those people are the only ones who can save you...

why..

Why won't I take you to them? Don't argue stalker, please.

J-just listen to me.

Don't go...

there...

Damien wanted to tell her so much but his body betrayed him.

His face grew paler, his breaths shallower.

Every word felt like a struggle.

Alex places the water tumbler on his lip, her eyes desperate.

Come on...

drink it.

Damien gulped the liquid but just a few minutes later his system rejected it.

He ends up vomiting it as well Even water refused to stay down.

His strength was fading, his frame shivering against hers.

x...

can you hold me one last time? His voice was barely audible.

I want to die in warmth...

not ---- Chapter 472 cold.

Shut up! she cried, pulling him into her arms, her warmth enveloping his frail body.

You're not dying! You're stronger than this! Her fingers combed through his hair, her palms cupping his face as tears spilled freely down her cheeks Fight, she pleaded.

We'll get through this.

Trust me, Damien.

Trust me.

His lips parted in a weak smile, his voice a faint whisper.

The love you've been searching for...

His hand rose one last time to brush away her tears.

..,its inside you.

Love yourself, and you'll never need to find it.

Thank...

You for fighting for me...noveldrama

stalker.

And then before she could say anything else, his hand drops from her cheeks and drops down limp.

---- His eyes closed down , and Alexia feels her heart stop in her chest.

No! Alex screamed, shaking him desperately.

Damien! Damien! Wake up dammit! Look at me! She splashes water on his face...

pats his cheeks.

But he didn't move.

The silence which felt so peaceful earlier, felt like dread at the moment.

As Alexis's scream echoes around in the forest, her tears dripping on his still face.

Damieeeeen! ---- Chapter 473 Alexias heart hammered in her chest as she clutched Damiens cold, lifeless hand.

His skin was pale, his breaths shallow, barely existent.

Her palms rub his frantically, a futile attempt to warm his freezing hands whose warmth was fading, slipping away like grains of sand through her fingers.

Damien, she whispered, her voice trembling.

She leaned closer, brushing a damp strand of hair from his forehead.

Please, wake up.

Her hands trembled as she reached for the washcloth, soaking it again and dabbing it against his forehead The cloth felt heavier than before, weighted by the despair sinking into her heart.

Her hands trembled and her vision gets hazy with her own tears.

Her mind was numb.