Ryker's pov
The image of Ophelia staring wistfully in the middle of the forest drew me to her. My steps were slow at first, then quick and desperate until I grabbed her slim body and pulled it towards mine.
“Ophelia…” I called out her name breathlessly. “I almost thought I would never see you again…I…I…”
Whatever I was going to say next was caught in my throat as she slowly turned around revealing a bashed and bloody face.
“Ophelia, who did this to you?”
“You did.”
My heart dropped.
“No, I would never–!”
“Then why didn't you come to save me?”
“I was–”
She was bleeding more, so I held her closer.
“Stay with me, please…”
There was no response. Her body slumped weakly against mine. Sheer horror ran down my spine, my lips parted wordlessly, as tears gathered at the corner of my eye
