Natalia’s POV
The arrow left my palm.
The King stepped out of the way, causing the blade to just barely graze the side of his pale, gaunt cheek.
Behind him, I heard a grunt and a scream.
By the time I realized that the arrow had hit the wrong mark, it was too late.
The castle descended into chaos. Screams echoed through the corridors, through the very room I stood in. I heard shouts, the guttural choking of throats slit, metal clashing. Bodies fell. Arrows flew. Weapons whizzed through the air like red-winged birds.
I hardly heard any of it over the sound of Grace’s cries.
“DAMON!”
I had hit the wrong mark. Dammit, I had hit the wrong f*****g mark!
Damon, kneeling on the floor between Andrei and Grace, began to waver—then, he pitched forward. Andrei caught him, lowering him onto h
