“Adrian.” I whispered his name, lifting my blood-stained hand to his face. “What happened? Where is Sorin?” he asked. “Sorin did this,” I said. “Sorin is a traitor.” “No.” I heard another voice I recognized as Daroc’s, but I could not turn my head to look at him. My eyes were heavy, and my hand fell from Adrian’s face, leaving a streak of blood. Adrian reached for it, pressing my palm to his cheek again. “I will heal you.” “Adrian,” I whispered, smiling at him. “Not even you can heal this.” Adrian’s venom was powerful, but it had limits as we’d had learned with the aufhocker bite. “Unless… You
...more