Elaina
Aiden didn't fall.
For a moment, that feels stretched across the entire length of my fear, he is hunched over the blade piercing through him, blood spilling down his torso, hot and thick.
I expect him to collapse. I expect him to crumple to the ground like any normal man would.
But he rose.
Slowly, painfully, and like a storm forcing itself to dominate the weather. His jaw clenches tight. His eyes burn with something animalistic and furious. The assailant tries to wrench the blade free, but Aiden grabs the attacker’s wrist with surprising strength. One that should not be possible for someone with a wound so deep.
The hallway shakes with the impact of bodies slamming together. The warrior’s punches landed on Aiden’s ribs and twisted the sword inside him. Aiden grunts, but ne
