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CHAPTER 470
~Zara's POV~
The scent of blood hit me first. Thick. Metallic and so wrong.
I was running, bare feet pounding across ground that shifted beneath me—sometimes stone, sometimes grass, sometimes nothing at all.
The air was silent, too silent, as if the world held its breath just before it broke.
The trees around me twisted like they were alive, branches reaching toward me like claws. I wasn't sure where I was going. I only knew I had to get there.
He's hurt.
The thought wasn't mine, but it pulsed in my head like a drumbeat.
"He's dying."
I stumbled through the clearing and came to a halt. Davion lay on the ground, eyes closed, chest still.
His shirt was soaked with blood, crimson spreading beneath him like a blooming flower. The sight of him knocked the breath from my lungs.
"No…" I choked out, stumbling toward him. "No, no, no…"
I dropped to my knees, reaching for him.
