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    Dominic’s cold, merciless gaze bored into me as he gritted his teeth. “Cut off their limbs! I don’t believe she’ll kill herself!”


    Before his words could even fade, I didn’t hesitate. I pressed the dagger tighter against my throat.


    The de, sharp and unforgiving, pierced my skin, sending a wave of burning pain that shot through me. Warm blood trickled down my neck, each drop a cruel reminder of the choice I’d made.


    Fighting through the searing agony, I ground my teeth and dered, “If that’s what ites to, then I’ll die with them!”


    “Stop!” yton’s voice broke, panic shing in his eyes as hemanded the soldiers to stop and step back.


    From the terror etched on the princes’ faces, it was clear they believed me now. They believed I would truly kill myself.


    Tears streamed down my face, my heart heavy with despair. I whispered hoarsely, “I’ll go with you. I won’t run anymore, but you cannot hurt them. If even one of them suffers a scratch, I will never survive it.”


    Dominic’s gaze turned stormy, his anger palpable. “But they’re from the Wizard n. Letting them go is like releasing a venomous serpent. We can’t afford that.”


    A bitter smile twisted on my lips as I answered, “If that’s the case, then I’d rather die than go with you.”


    And in that instant, with the weight of death pressing on my soul, I shed the dagger across my throat.


    Makenna’s POV:


    “We agree! Let them go!”


    At that very moment, as if by some unspokenmand, the three princes cried out in perfect unison.


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    I faltered, caught in the moment, but the dagger, driven by its own momentum, grazed my neck. Blood immediately erupted from the wound, spilling in a crimson stream that trickled down my skin.


    The warm blood quickly soaked through my clothes, a chilling reminder of my resolve.


    The three princes stared at me, their faces etched with horror, as they watched helplessly, their eyes darkening with concern as the blood continued to flow from my wound.


    Bryan sprang forward, paning his voice. “Put the dagger down; we’ll take you to the hospital!”


    “You’ll bleed out if you keep this up!” Dominic’s usually steady voice cracked, fear creeping in. “We won’t pressure you anymore, I swear.”


    yton’s eyes were wide with desperation, his voice shaky. “Makenna, please! Put the dagger down. We’ll keep our promise. We’ll let them go.”


    I fought through the dizziness, my vision dimming as blood pooled within me, but I struggled to focus on them. “Let them go first; then I’ll put down the dagger…”


    The three princes exchanged a silent nce, the weight of the moment hanging in the air, and with obvious reluctance, they finally nodded in agreement.


    Bryan motioned to the soldiers, his voice firm as hemanded, “Let them go!”


    “No, Makenna, we won’t leave unless youe with us!” Grace’s voice rang out, unyielding, her gaze fixed on me as she refused to move.


    Jett stood still, his stance unwavering, unwilling to leave without me.


    My heart raced with mounting fear, my body teetering on the edge of copse from blood loss. I mustered everyst ounce of strength and urged, “Go quickly! Don’t let my sacrifice be for nothing, please!”


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