"No," I shake and shake and shake my head. "I'm not leaving you."
Jerak is shaking so hard. "I think he stabbed me with silver."
Tears flood my eyes and I can't even say I'm surprised. My father would do this. I know he would. He's here.
But where...
I'm about to ask the haunting question out loud when Aspen bursts through the door with Marcus over his shoulder.
Aspen is covered in blood. His broad chest is heaving up and down and his eyes are wild. His white blonde hair is covered in sweat and blood and dirt. There's been a fight.
Where is my brother?
"Marcus!" I wail when I see the state he's in.
Marcus lifts his head slowly, his eyes are dazed and they can't seem to focus but somehow they find me. He smiles, almost drunkenly.
"Little one, I'm fine."
His eyes avert from m
