ARYA

My chest felt too hollow. I needed to find Daxton. I needed to see him, to remind myself that he was still alive, that I hadn't already lost him too.

"Daxton?" I called softly, my voice hoarse, as if it hadn't been used in days.

"Arya?"

I looked up at the sound of Daxton's voice. He was standing by the roses, the light from the full moon highlighting his stunning features.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he moved towards me. Suddenly, his movements faltered.

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