My eyes drift back to his, finding something akin to awe on his face. My voice is even, my face cold. “I’ll be sure to make them pay.” I watch him take a heavy breath. “Can’t stand to see me wounded?” I take a step back, my eyes on his. “Only when it’s my doing.” The last thing I hear as I step from behind the rocks is a fervent “Be careful. For me.” And then I’m pulling an arrow from my pack, settling it onto the bow, blowing out a breath, and firing at the first figure I see.
