Mira's cheeks flushed, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk as she positioned herself beside Dimitri, fully aware of the power she now wielded over Sorayah.
Sorayah stood rigid, her breath caught in her throat as she watched Dimitri prepare the arrow. His emerald eyes were locked onto her, calculating and dangerous.
Her heart pounded violently.
If he struck any other part of her body, she could heal. But her heart, if the arrow pierced her heart, she would die. And that was something she could not allow. Dimitri's was unreadable and she couldn't tell whether he was being serious or simply trying to terrify her.
I will not die at the hands of my enemies. If I must, I will die on my own terms.
Sorayah's gaze remained fixed on the arrow, her entire body poised for flight. Every muscle was taut, prepared to propel her away the moment he released it.
Then, in one swift movement, Dimitri loosed the arrow.
