DANE'S POV.

I drew my arms back, the bowstring taut, my gaze steady as I aimed directly at Edmond’s head.

I could see the terror in his eyes, his heart pounding so loudly that it seemed almost audible.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, tracing down his temples in glistening droplets.

Edmond’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his expression a mixture of fear and regret.

The atmosphere was thick with tension, each second stretching out painfully. I could almost ...