DAXTON

The stone beneath me was icy cold. I stirred slowly, trying to gather my bearings. My eyelids felt too heavy to lift, and there was a weight on my chest. I let out a groan and forced my eyes open, straining to lift my head. It was at that point that I saw her. My Arya. She was slumped against me, her skin ashen and pale.

Panic flooded my senses in an instant, and I scrambled to lightly press my fingers against her pulse point. Relief slammed into me then. But it ...