~~Raya’s PoV~~
A sharp, deep pain shoots through my chest, like something has cut straight into my heart, and I look down in confusion. Though I have been fighting against the Faceless woman who now looks exactly like my mate, she hasn’t managed to hit me. I have no injury, so why does it hurt so much?
“Raya! Help!”
Tristan’s desperate roar rings out about the din of the skirmishes and the banging on the doors as the soldiers on the other side do their best to break through, and my eyes immediately seek him out. Kneeling on the ground with his back to me, he seems to be trembling and his voice is lined with anguish. Pain shoots through me again, and at last I realize what I’m feeling: the pain is Tristan’s pain rather than my own.
Has he been hurt? Panic spikes in me and Avelin’s ener
