Flight or Fight

>>Aelin

The scream tore from my throat before I even realized it, raw and desperate. "Ariston!" It was an instinctual movement as I turned and ran. The monster bit the air as I narrowly escaped, the bite was a mere millimeter away from me. I felt a few strands of my hair get pulled, probably by the monster's bite but I didn't stop and kept running.

It came after me.

I could see Ariston atop the massive beast, his spear buried deep in its skull, dark ichor dripping down its twisted form. For a fleeting moment, I thought he had it under control—that we could finish off that monster since his blade was pierced where the core was.

But the sound of my voice caught his attention.

He turned his head toward me, his expression sharp with concern. "Princess?!"

That single moment of distraction was all it took.