William's POV

 

Thomas burst into my chambers, his face pale with fear. "Lady Ava, she's been stabbed!"

 

I looked up from what I was doing. “What?!”

 

His voice shook as he spoke. "She's been unconscious since it happened and her wound isn't healing!"

 

I felt a lump form in my throat. “Ava, my beloved mate. Injured?” I thought. “And to make matters worse, her wound isn’t healing? What kind of cursed weapon did her attackers use? What kind of sorcery is this?’

 

I raced through the deck, the sound of my footsteps reverberating through the empty rooms. Thomas was right behind me, his expression grim, and a determination in his...