Sienna's POV
I couldn't stop Zeke's blood from soaking my hands. One moment he was telling us about a traitor, and the next, an arrow pierced his chest. As Ronan ran after the shooter, I held my brother, begging him not to leave me again.
"Don't cry, little flame," he whispered, using my childhood nickname. "This isn't the end."
Those were his last words before his eyes closed. Isa worked her healing magic while Caius used his vampire speed to find bandages. But I knew the truth. The arrow had been meant to kill, not hurt.
"He's still breathing," Isa said. "But barely. We need to get him somewhere safe."
Everything after that became a blur. We moved deeper into the woods, found a cave, and made a secret camp. Ronan returned with news that the shooter had disappeared without a trace. Through it all, I couldn't shake the feeling that I should have done more. Been stronger. Protected my brother better.
When tiredness finally pulled me under, my dreams were anything but peaceful.
