“You are nothing but a worthless, human bit—” Rezar choked on the word, cut off by the strike of an arrow piercing right through his chest from behind. The blood-coated iron tip protruded so close to his heart. Faythe glanced up in surprise, finding Reylan still expertly poised with the bow he’d released the shot from. His eyes were hard, livid. His chest rose and fell with the anger that steeled his expression into something frightening, fixed on the fae in front of him.
