Thessa writhed on the ground in pain. The arrow wasn't just sticking out of her knee; it felt like every bone, ligament, and tendon even in the general vicinity had been burnt away.
Her leg had become as useless as if it had been severed cleanly from her body.
Faintly, through the waves and curtains of pain, she managed to hear Sadie's voice. But that only left her confused and broken. The original reason she had started hating Theron so much in the first place was because of Sadie.
No, wait. That voice only had tinges of Sadie in it. But the tone, the vibrancy—it was all so much more beautiful. Was it really Sadie?
A shadow appeared before her. It sighed, bending down.
Another spike of pain ripped through Thessa as the arrow was taken out of her leg. Then, the pain slowly faded away. She still couldn't feel or move her leg, but at the very least, it was soothed.
Struggling, she opened her eyes to see a pair of emerald eyes she recognized all too well.
"Sad…ie…?"
