The arrow was still inside him. Auryn's eyes snapped open to that reality. Metal buried a few inches from his heart.
Every shallow breath scraped it against bone. He tried to move but that was a mistake.
He felt pain shooting from his chest to his entire body. His jaw clenched, waiting for the agony to subside.
Eyes barely recognized the stone ceiling of his chambers. The orange glow of dusk bathing the room.
"Hmmm"
He stared down. Feeling the weight on his chest.
Lyra…
She lay against him. Silver hair spread across bandages someone had wrapped around the arrow shaft. Her head rose and fell with his breathing while she remained unconscious.
They left her on top of me?
His right arm was around her. Even unconscious, his grip had been locked. Clawed hand resting protective on her back.
They couldn't separate us huh. Even passed out, I wouldn't let go.
He looked at her face. Pale and peaceful, no sign of the silver flames.
