CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED
A strangled cry leaves my throat as the arrow pierces me.
I hear an enraged roar from the demon king holding me. He sounds furious.
“You dare!”
I’m barely listening, my eyes stuck on the arrow protruding from me.
He shot me.
Balin shot me?
The demon king readjusts me in his arms, but my brain is barely functioning because of the shock.
My eyes flicker towards Balin as I try to reconcile his betrayal with his feelings for me.
How could you?
I know from experience now that Balin is a precise shot with the arrow.
He never misses, not even a moving target.
Which is why, as I gurgle up blood from my mouth, tears leak out of my eyes as it occurs to me that I had been his target all along.
My whole body feels like it is on fire, and I can feel a restricting pressure in my chest, right around where the wound is. It’s like my whole body is being torn apart.
And yet the actions of the man who I had begun to tie my heart to are far more than painful.