Chapter 49: Dragonroot be Damned
Avery
"Darrius, Darrius." I shook his shoulder, but his dark whiskey-colored eyes were glassed over. His skin was ashen, and his breathing was so shallow my own chest hurt hearing it.
With trembling fingers, I opened his clenched fist. Blood welled up from a cut along his palm. The metallic scent of blood with an acidic order filled my nose.
"Helga," I screamed. My wings unfurled from my back and fluttered frantically. I placed my ear to Darrius' chest, nearly weeping in rhythm to his heartbeat that sounded like a distant drum and not as strong as it should be. "Don't you dare die on me, you stubborn Fae."
Where was Helga?
I brushed Darrius' auburn hair off his forehead. He was already sweating from whatever toxin affected him. Was it the same one
