Zeke's POV
I should have been dead. The arrow in my chest had been meant to kill me. But somehow, I woke up.
My eyes fluttered open to chaos. Shouting. Fighting. The smell of blood and magic burning the air. Through blurry vision, I saw a person standing over Caius, who was on his knees, black veins spreading across his face.
The rogue. I couldn't make out who it was, my head still foggy from being so close to death.
"Get Sienna out!" someone shouted—Isa, I thought. Purple magic burst from her hands, lighting up the cave.
Rough hands grabbed me, pulling me to my feet. "Can you walk?" Ronan's words in my ear.
Before I could answer, something hit the cave wall. Rocks crashed down, dust filling the air. I felt myself being pulled, stumbling over uneven ground, out into the forest.
"Wait," I gasped. "Sienna—"
"Isa's got her," Ronan said. "We need to split up. Meet at the river bend."
