I couldn’t accept this.
I didn’t want to die. Not yet.
The fear I felt was different from when that rogue had attacked me. There was nowhere to run to. We couldn’t escape from the tent. We also couldn’t remain there. We were completely surrounded.
I could see Gideon thinking. His brows were drawn tightly together and a moment later, he took my hand. His words followed.
“We are going to survive this.” He assured me but I didn’t know how. The arrows were still pouring in. And me and Gideon were still crouching on the floor.
“How?” My eyes watered as I asked him but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t. I needed to be strong.
Gideon crawled forward, carefully picking up an arrow that’d fallen to the floor out of the numerous ones that had been shot at us.
“It’s going to hurt but it’s the only
