Lyall
Aria's face drained of color as she stared at me. “Silver bullet?” She whispered, leaning closer to me. “How?”
I sighed deeply. “We went into the woods in search of the rogue's hideout and we were in each other's faces arguing but unfortunately, someone shot at us and Mason saw the danger coming before me. He pushed me out of the way and took the bullet for me.”
She let out a gasp. “Oh, gosh! I'm so sorry, Lyall. I can't imagine how difficult this must be for you.”
“It is, but I know my brother. He's strong and he'll pull through. He just has to.”
She clasped her warm hands in mine, comforting me. “He will. Where's he?”
“Down the hall,” I replied.
“Shall we go see him?”
I raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Are you strong enough for that?”
“Of course, I am.” She retorted, sounding
