Selvara’s POV

The arrow struck, and I felt a body press against mine. I rose and then turned quickly. It was Zyros.

He held me tight and his face immediately went pale. His weight grew heavy against me, and he slipped from my arms. His blood spilled against my skin before dripping to the floor.

“No…” I whispered, bending over him. “Zyros, what have you done? Why would you take it for me?”

I shook his shoulders as his eyes were closed. I could hear Darius laughing from behind. ...