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Selene trembled on the rock where she lay, her body reacting violently as Amarah continued to chant in a frenzied rhythm.
Dark watched helplessly. He knew the cost of moving, he knew what would happen if he moves, but Selene needed him now.
His gaze darted to the bow.
Then, in a flash, he lunged toward her, throwing himself over Selene just as the arrows tore through the air. They pierced him mid-flight, and he crashed to the ground, groaning as his body shifted back into human form. Gritting his teeth, he yanked out the arrows and remained seated, letting his wounds knit themselves back together.
Amarah's chant faltered. She drank from the blood, then suddenly gasped.
The bowl fell from her hands and shattered.
“Give up, Amarah. There is no immortality. The bottle of lif
