“Lucky for you, you were a Darius,” I gritted out between my teeth as I finished carving the bloody S into my arm and damn near dropped the knife as my muscles trembled with weakness. My pulse echoed in my ears, a slow blink curtaining my vision as the poison got to work on me, and I cursed as I fought to keep my focus on what I had to do. Follow the ache of my heart before it gave out on life itself. Simple enough.
