DAXTON

The panic in Tyrone's voice made me confused and unsure of what was going on. So I followed the sound of his voice.

"No, no...shit! Arya!" I heard him cry out, and the sound of her name set fire to my insides. It wasn't a feeling, it was more of a command ingrained in my bones. So, I rushed towards them without a second thought.

Arya was on the floor. She was too pale and too still, her lips tinged red.

Tyrone's hands were shaking as he held her. His eyes were ...