I
caught him before he fell completely. My hands found his side. Blood.
"No, no, no…"
Revik tackled the third hunter before he could fire again, slamming his head into a rock. Everything went silent again. But I didn’t hear it. I could only feel the heat of Luca’s blood against my palm.
"It’s not silver," he rasped, smiling through the pain. "Lucky you. I get to suffer longer."
"Shut up," I choked out, tears falling. "Don’t joke. Please."
The rogues surrounded us, tense, scanning the woods.
"We need to move," Revik said. "Now. There could be more."
They helped me lift Luca. He was barely conscious. I held him against me as we ran. The trees blurred. My chest burned.
We didn’t stop until we found another small clearing by a stream, miles away.
That night, I cleaned his wound. My h
