ARIA POINT OF VIEW.

The forest was quiet again, but it didn’t feel peaceful.

It felt wrong.

The body of the man lay still at my feet, his blood dark against the leaves. My chest was still rising fast as the fire inside me slowly settled, the Lunar Flame pulling back just enough for me to think clearly again.

Thorne.

I turned to him at once.

He was on the ground, pale, one hand pressed tightly to his leg where the arrow had struck. Blood soaked through his fingers, and his breathing was ...