Chapter 227: The Soul Sucker

"Griffin, stop," I whispered, brushing the blood from his mouth with trembling fingers. "Please don’t talk. Every word is tearing you apart."

His chest shuddered beneath my hand, each breath a battle. He was shaking—fragile, like a leaf caught in a storm—and those eyes of his, wide and glassy with guilt, refused to look away from mine. That desperation... it cut deeper than any wound. But I couldn’t let him break. Not now.