ARYA
My chest felt too hollow. I needed to find Daxton. I needed to see him, to remind myself that he was still alive, that I hadn't already lost him too.
"Daxton?" I called softly, my voice hoarse, as if it hadn't been used in days.
"Arya?"
I looked up at the sound of Daxton's voice. He was standing by the roses, the light from the full moon highlighting his stunning features.
"Are you okay?" He asked as he moved towards me. Suddenly, his movements faltered.
"What's that in your hand?" He asked, his voice laced with dread and confusion.
I lowered my gaze, and there it was in my hand, a dagger embedded with different colours of precious stones. It was the same one I'd seen in my nightmare. Except...it wasn't covered in blood.
"I don't..." I started to say, and a hot wave of pain wa
