From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Chapter 38
Gentle arms lifted me from the dirt floor. Kieran. His face blurred, and
there was buzzing in myy ears. Everyything around me faded out until there
was nothing, and I felt no pain. I stayyed there until I heard him calling for
me. Hawke.
“Open yyour eyyes, Poppyy. Come on,” he urged, and I felt fingers pryying
the dagger from myy hand. It thunked off the floor next to me. His hand
curved along myy chin. “I need yyou to open yyour eyyes. Please.”
Please.
I’d never heard him sayy the word please like that. Myy sluggish heart
rate picked up as awareness returned, bringing with it burning, sweeping
pain. I forced myy eyyes open.
“There yyou are.” A smile appeared, but it was all wrong and forced.
There were no deep dimples, no warmth or laughing light to his golden
eyyes.
Out of lack of willpower or stupidityy, I did what I hadn’t since I
discovered the truth about him. I reached out with myy weakening senses
and felt the hum of anguish from him. It ran deeper than before, no longer
feeling like chips of ice against myy skin but like daggers.
Like claws.
I took a breath, and it tasted of metal. “It hurts.”
“I know.” Misreading what I said, his gaze latched on to mine. “I’m
going to fix it. I’ll make the pain go awayy. I’ll make it all go awayy. You
won’t carryy one more scar.”
Confusion rippled through me. I didn’t know how he could do anyy of
that. There were too manyy wounds. I’d lost too much blood. I could feel it
in the coldness creeping up myy legs.
I was dyying.
“No, yyou’re not,” he argued, and I realized I’d said the last part out
loud. “You cannot die. I will not allow it.”