Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 1661

Aurora's wounds were far too grave. Carrying her on his back, Travis could already feel how faint her breathing was. Though she could barely complete a sentence, she managed to whisper something.

"Help… me, I don't want to die…"

When they arrived at the abandoned house they had previously stayed at, the first thing they did was stop Barrett's bleeding. There was still hope for him to live.

However, Aurora was in much worse condition. She had lost too much blood, and was likely suffering from internal injuries as well. It was a miracle she had survived this long.

There was a look of despair in her eyes, yet one hand still clutched Carissa's sleeve with all her remaining strength. Her lips moved as though she wanted to plead for help, but no words came. When she opened her mouth, only blood poured out.

Her gaze was unfocused, but she kept trying to find someone. Most assumed she was searching for Barrett, but he was being tended to. Travis was pressing down on his wound, trying to stop the bleeding, and sealing the pressure point at his left shoulder to prevent further blood loss.

Carissa checked Aurora's injuries and tried using hemostatic powder to stop the bleeding, but it was of no use. At last, Aurora's eyes seemed to clear. She stared straight at Violet, her expression full of hatred and bitterness. However, she was too weak to speak.

Carissa understood her and softly said, "I told you that no one was coming to help us. We are the only ones carrying out the mission. You shouldn't have come back."

A mocking smile crossed Aurora's pale face. It was hard to say whether she was mocking Carissa or herself.

"Is earning merits worth more than your life?" Violet asked sharply, unable to hold back.

The words struck a nerve in Aurora. As she shut her eyes, a single tear slid down her face. Earning merit was important, but not more important than staying alive. Unfortunately, she couldn't speak her thoughts out loud.

Barrett's wound had been dealt with, but he couldn't move. He lay on the floor, gritting through the pain of his lost arm, his face pale with shock. He couldn't accept what had happened. In his heart, he blamed Aurora. If not for her insistence on going back, they would have already escaped safely. So, though he could have crawled over to see her one last time, he didn't.

Aurora soon drew her last breath. She died with her eyes wide open, unable to rest in peace.

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