Dara and Silas stared at each other, uncertain of what to do.

Riven struggled to speak, lifting his head weakly to look at Silas. “Save Selene. Don’t bother about me.”

Silas glared at him with disdain. “Still pretending to care? Of course I’ll save Selene. You’re already dead to us.” He spat the words with hatred.

Dara placed a hand on Silas’s sleeve, her eyes filled with pity. She shook her head slightly, silently telling him they couldn’t just let Riven die.

“Why should we ...