The second arrow wasn’t just a weapon anymore. It felt like fate. Everything suddenly narrowed to one outcome—no room for argument, no chance to dodge what was coming.
Nyra saw it racing toward her chest, so clear and slow it was almost unreal. The polished shaft caught a flicker of light, spinning just enough to show it was deliberate. No accident. No warning. No wild shot. This was for her, meant to hit, meant to end everything.
She froze, breath caught, her instincts screaming for her to move. But nothing worked. It was like her body belonged to someone else, and time had decided her final choice was already made.
I’m going to die.
That thought arrived without panic—just a strange calm. For a split second, she accepted it. Then terror surged, crashing into her like a wave. Her heart
