One minute I'm standing right where the sharp arrow is heading towards, and the next moment, I'm pressed against a very familiar, very warm back of the man I love more than life itself.
I hear an unmistakable sound of the arrow piercing through the skin and a jolt against the front of my body.
But I'm not shot at.
No. Cyrus.
He lets out a pained groan, and I feel him jerk his hand away.
"Cyrus!" I let out a scream so loud it echoes all around me.
"Lyra….Lyra…bab—" He calls out my name in a weak whisper before his eyes roll back and his body sways, falling down.
I hold him just before his head could make direct contact with the ground and put his head in my lap.
I pat his cheek, which is burning up. "Cyrus? Cyrus, open your eyes. Look at me, please; don't scare me like that."
He doesn't respond, his eyes closed with a furrow on his brow.
"You are dead fucking meat, you bastard." I hear Aiden shouting and some rapid footsteps with some punching and tumbling noises.
