“They are quite beautiful,” Rylan commented. “They remind me—” His words ended in a strangled grunt. Eyes flying open, I spun around, and a scream of horror knotted in my throat as Rylan staggered backward, an arrow protruding from his chest. A look of disbelief marked his features as he lifted his chin. “Run,” he gasped, blood trickling from the corner of his lips. “Run.”
