The scent of blood never truly leaves you, not when it’s the blood of someone you once called a threat, but now lies on the verge of death because of the man you love.
I couldn’t breathe as we rushed into the healer’s chamber.
The room burst into chaos. The scent of crushed herbs collided with panic. The head healer, an older woman named Orielle, barked orders like a general.
Apprentices scrambled to sterilize tools and light enchanted lanterns. Mara was immediately laid on the thick padded table at the center, her face pale, her breaths shallow.
Her blood....her baby’s blood ....was everywhere.
Aiden hadn’t spoken since we arrived. He stood by her side, hands drenched in red, chest heaving. His shirt stuck to his skin, wet with her fear.
And I… I couldn’t look away.
I stood frozen
