Blood stormed between my ears as I felt along the loft floor for my bow and quiver. My fingers bumped a thin wooden pole and scratched its metal end across the ground. A rake from the sound of it. Beyond it, I found what I needed.

Still lying flat, I nocked an arrow, keeping it parallel to the ground. He really didn't need me, did he? Would sacrifice me to save himself.

I'd kill him. But first, I had to get myself out as fast as I could.

I hauled myself ...