My heart ceased to beat as I spotted a boy there, caked in mud and blood. A boy with raven hair and pale skin. A boy who couldn’t possibly be lying in the place of that Nymph. “Diego?” I gasped, racing forward, confusion and fear strangling me as I fell down beside him and took in the gaping wounds that covered his chest. I rested my hands over his skin as he blinked up at me, his cheeks splattered red and his eyes full of apology. “I’m so s-sorry, Darcy,” he rasped.
