DAXTON

The doors slammed open with a loud crack, and I sucked in a sharp breath, realizing that I'd been under a freezing spell. Panic tore through me for a second as the fear that so much time had passed gripped me. But then I saw her.

Arya.

She was running.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, blood smeared her temple, and her hair was a tangle of chaos and wild beauty. Her dress was torn, her bouquet forgotten, and her heels were gone, but gods, she was the ...