Tyler’s POV
“We found her like this.” The old woman stepped out of the way, letting Tyler get a closer look at Elena. “With a knife in her chest—a knife we believe to be tipped with poison.”
Tyler’s heart sank, all pretense of anger at the rogues suddenly slipping away when he saw Elena laying there. She looked so pale, so small and fragile. She was on the brink of death.
“Elena…” Tyler stumbled over and dropped to his knees beside her. His hands hovered over her uncertainly, but he couldn’t bring himself to touch her for fear of harming her further.
The knife was buried all the way to the hilt in her chest; it was clearly intended for her heart, but Tyler knew enough about biology to know that the attacker had missed. They’d stabbed her just to the right of her heart. Just enough to k
