𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼

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ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ ᴍʏ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪꜱ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ, ᴏʜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ᴏɴ ᴅɪꜱᴘʟᴀʏ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴅᴇᴄᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ?

She really didn’t think it would end this way. She never thought she would live a long, fulfilling life, but bleeding out beneath a starless sky hadn’t been what she’d ever imagined. “Hecate...” Ara could feel the pressure of her hold on the wound lessening. Her hand was loosing strength. Probably not a good sign for the longevity of what little life she had left. “Βοήθεια?” 

All of Henry’s spies were supposed to be gone. When Flynn had killed Devon, she’d thought she could finally have some peace of mind. No one left to carry on his legacy of terror. She wished she’d been right. That she hadn’t walked right into a trap. It had been a vicious attack; Ara had encountered knives before, but this person had been particularly determined to end her life. 

She was surprised Devon had never shown the same gusto. 

A small laugh wheezed from her at the thought. The movement pained her chest more than she cared to admit, but it returned some of the warmth that had been slowly seeping from her. 

What a horrible way to die. 

She’d thought she’d fight to the end. But, as her vision began to edge with black, Ara did something she had never done before. 

He leaned forward, looking at her with intrigue. “And what might those rumors be? The wildly and hilariously inaccurate kind? Or the almost-but-not-quite truth variety?”