“Goddess,” I breathed shakily, crushing her to me. “I thought I lost you.”
Her arms wrapped tightly around me immediately.
I felt her shaking slightly against me before she slowly pulled away.
Her expression changed.
Then she turned toward Dillian.
The entire shoreline grew quiet.
In her hand was the golden forked spear belonging to his father.
Dillian froze when he saw it.
Hazel swallowed hard before holding it out to him carefully.
“I’m sorry, Dillian,” she whispered softly. “I didn’t have a choice. It was either my life…or his.”
Silence.
Heavy silence.
Dillian stared at the weapon for several long seconds before finally taking it from her.
Pain flashed briefly across his face.
But then he gave a sad smile.
“It’s not your fault,” he said quietly. “He did this to himself.”
