/-Zara-/

His eyes flashed open the moment my hands came into contact with his chest. Those beautiful golden eyes now seemed clouded, full of pain and confusion. He grasped my wrist with surprising strength for someone so clearly dying.

"Zara," he rasped, his voice hardly recognisable. "They. poisoned. dangerous. run."

His eyes rolled back in his head, and his body convulsed again, this time harder. The black veins spread across his skin further now, reaching toward his heart.

"No, no, no," ...