Chapter 72

• LUXURIA.
• Before anyone could react, an arrow whistled through the air, coming from the thick underbrush. Time slowed. I saw the gleam of the arrowhead as it sliced through the fog, heading straight for me.
• My breath caught in my throat, and I froze, unable to move. The world around me went silent; every muscle in my body locked in fear. I couldn't scream, couldn't cry out—just watched helplessly as death flew toward me.