Chapter 110: Live For Us

"Arlo, wake up. Arlo," a voice echoed.

Blinking open his eyes, Arlo found himself bathed in the warm, golden sunlight. A shadow fell across his face, and he squinted up to see Inara, her face marred by a large bandage running vertically below her right eye, a stark contrast to her otherwise flawless skin.

Memories surged forward at the sight of her, memories of Avena and Sophia's deaths. Anger flared within him.

He rose to his feet, taking in their surroundings. They were in a lush forest, a towering mountain ahead with water cascading down its slopes in a breathtaking waterfall.

He scanned the area, deliberately avoiding Inara's gaze. 

They were alone in the forest, the wind rustling through the trees and causing Inara's hair to sway like a dance with nature. The scent of blood mingled with her own was carried on the breeze, a chilling reminder of their past.