The ride back to Arrow's mansion felt both impossibly long and too short. The van's tires screeched against the gravel as Ethan pulled into the long, winding driveway leading to the massive estate.
As soon as they pulled up to the massive iron gates of Arrow's mansion, Chase barely waited for the van to come to a full stop before shoving the doors open. His entire body was shaking, his arms locked around Arrow's unconscious form as if letting go would mean losing him forever. The others scrambled out behind him, exhausted, battered, and silent. No one spoke of what had happened. No one dared.
Daniel was already rushing out of the house before Chase even made it to the steps. His face was twisted with concern, his hands reaching for Arrow the moment he saw him. "Did it work?" His sharp eyes scanned over Arrow's pale, lifeless face. "Why does he look like this?"