There was nothing more gut-wrenching than knowing that if the arrows went through her, she would die.
Quickly—and Zyren wouldn't be able to save her.
Her heart thundered violently in her chest as she watched a shadow wrap itself around her, starting from her face and sliding down the rest of her body like living smoke. The world seemed to stall for a breathless second.
Then came the loud thwack—one after another—sharp, brutal sounds that echoed through the street and told her that whatever Liora had hurled at her had been stopped by whatever now covered her.
Zyren was already standing in front of her.
Aira raised both hands, clenching them over her chest as though holding her heart in place, leaning her head right against his back. His presence was solid, immovable—yet it did nothing to calm the frantic pounding in her chest.
