KAIA
Dawn light filters through the narrow cave entrance, painting everything in shades of gray and gold. I blink awake, disoriented for a moment before yesterday crashes back—the rogue attack, Vincent taking three silver arrows meant for me, my tears somehow healing his wounds.
I'm curled up next to him, my head on his shoulder, and I don't even remember falling asleep.
I sit up quickly, my heart hammering. Vincent is still asleep, his chest rising and falling in steady breaths. But when I press my hand to his forehead, my stomach drops.
He's burning up.
"No, no, no." I lean closer, checking the wounds visible above the collar of his borrowed shirt. Dark veins spider out beneath the skin around each puncture site—the silver poisoning spreading through his system. A thin sheen of swea
