Aurora was already on her feet, running toward him, tears streaming down her face, cursing him, crying, cursing him for leaving her, for his reckless stupidity, for the pain he’d caused.
Something inside me shattered.
Before I could think, my legs moved on their own, carrying me to his side. My hands hovered uncertainly over his wounds, desperate to stop the bleeding, to pull him back from the brink.
His heart was faltering, slowing like a candle struggling in the wind.
His intestines spilled from a gaping wound in his side.
This was worse than a punctured lung. Far worse.
I felt the weight of the moment crash down on me.
“He’s dying.”
Hator stirred in my mind again, a calm, ancient presence.
“We need Aurora to mark him.”
I shook my head, disbelief rising like bile.
“Are you out
