The gasps, the yells, all of it seemed like they came from a very far distance. All Archer could see was the blood that now spread down to his feet, her closed eyes, the lashes unfluttering. The only difference was the glass, and the lack of a dagger on the side.
He felt his body run cold, his chest feeling crushed by the constant hammering of his chest. It caused him to feel dizzy and immobile.
"Someone! Help, please! She is dying! Please help!"
Dying.
His second mate was dying.
He binked, his eyes coming to a slow focus. His hand slowly came up to his hair, his lips parting.
"Hailey..."
She wasn't moving, not talking, not calling him Archer like she always did.
As if someone who had suddenly been struck. He ran forward to her. His knees going down on the floor in to the pool of w
