Just before the blade found his neck, he bellowed, “If I die, she dies.” It wasn’t even his death that he feared. It was hers. Her death was what made him rabid, shaking, yelling, eyes wide and desperate. Oro froze, just an inch from ending the Nightshade. “No,” Oro whispered, disbelieving. Furious. Understanding something Isla still hadn’t. “You didn’t.”
What the heck is happening!?!!? Their lives are tied together somehow but i cant figure out how
