Chapter Fifty Eight

Sera's Pov 

Panic clawed at my chest so hard I thought it might split me open.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.

Kael was lying on the ground, blood soaking through his shirt faster than I could process. I was on my knees beside him, my hands hovering uselessly above the silver blade lodged in his shoulder. My mind screamed at me to do something—anything—but I was frozen. If I pulled it out, he could bleed out faster. If I left it in, the silver could poison him from the inside out.

The sounds of battle still raged around us, the others finishing off the last few attackers. I knew I should focus, join them. But watching the blood pool around Kael's body, staining the dirt and dead leaves red, everything inside me was crumbling.