Zara’s POV
I hated being escorted.
Especially when I was perfectly capable of walking on my own.
Mostly capable.
Fine—barely capable.
Laura had one arm around my waist while two healers fussed over me as if I were made of glass.
“I am not dying you know” I muttered.
“You nearly emptied yourself onto a battlefield,” Laura replied.
“That sounds dramatic.”
“It was dramatic.”
I sighed.
Everything around me still felt slightly tilted.
Using that much power had ripped through me like fire through dry grass. My limbs were heavy, my head light, and the mark on my wrist pulsed in slow painful beats.
But Greyson had bled.
That memory burned brighter than my exhaustion.
The arrow struck him.
His body is turning in front of mine.
Shielding me, like a protector he is.
Stupid man.
Bea
