ARYA

He cocked his head to the side as though he was daring me to snap at him with a snarky response. But for the life of me, I couldn't utter a word. I could only stare at him with wide eyes, my brain refusing to work.

I watched him as he extended a claw and slashed it across his palm. He took hold of my jaw and lowered it, forcing my mouth open. I didn't fight him, knowing that his blood could heal me.

The dark red liquid slid down my throat, and instantly the pain in my back ...