HERA
The arrow froze inches from Ben’s chest, its tip suspended in the air, shivering with the threat it still held. A faint, unnatural purple hue surrounded it.
Ben’s powers.
I realised with a rush of awe and relief.
His expression was deadly calm as he reached out, taking the arrow delicately by the shaft and bringing it close to his nose, inhaling carefully.
“It’s poisoned,” he murmured, almost too calmly, examining the dark residue on the tip with an unsettling intensity.
I felt a chill run down my spine.
Someone had just tried to kill me… maybe even the both of usand he was examining it like it was some sort of puzzle.
I tried to find words, my throat tight.
“Ben, who—”
“Stay here,” he ordered, not looking at me.
His face was set, his eyes narrowing as he turned his at
