Drake

For a moment, I think she's sleeping, but then I see it... a trail of blood across her slender neck.

Nicholas takes her in his arms, shaking her briefly, and then cradles her. He doesn't move or speak, just holding her, tears streaming down his face.

"Get them!" I hear Uncle Leondre's order.

Anger surges me, and I look toward the mountains where Blade and Vicker are running. I see two women and a man heading for the hills. I recognize the three immediately, the two witches that helped that bastard seeker escape last time. They are not getting away this time. Before I can think, I'm already running...