DARIUS’S POV

A Dream

“You can't leave me, Eve.” Darius muttered, his eyes widening in terror as she continued to bleed.

His hands wrapped around her waist were now drenched in blood, and he looked around to see if he could obtain help but everywhere had erupted into chaos. He couldn't blame the people running helter-skelter for their lives because if he were in their shoes, he would do the same.

The event had been disrupted after the assassins fired the arrows directly at Eve and his ...