Damon’s POV
What the hell just happened?
The tomb collapsing behind us was too convenient, too scripted. The second we stepped out, I knew it had been a trap. But none of that mattered now. Aria wasn’t healing.
I dropped to my knees, my hands trembling as they hovered over her. The silver arrow still protruded from her shoulder, its gleaming tip smeared with blood. Too much blood. She was pale, her breath shallow, and if the damn thing had been just an inch closer to her heart...
No. I couldn’t let my mind go there.
“Drake!” I barked, my voice cracking. “Give me something for the wound!”
Drake scrambled, yanking off his jacket and pressing it into my hands. The panic in his eyes mirrored my own, and for once, I didn’t have the energy to hate him.
“Hold it there,” I growled, applying
