Back to Jason and Gorr.....The silence in the room was suffocating.
Jason sat with his back against the cold stone wall, one leg stretched out, the other bent, arm draped across it as he stared blankly at the flickering torchlight on the far end of the room. Across from him, just a few feet away, Gorr sat hunched over with his arms resting on his knees, head tilted slightly forward, breathing slow and steady.
Neither of them spoke.
The tension had settled like dust—quiet, heavy, impossible to ignore. It clung to their skin. The walls still bore the echo of Sera's laughter, her voice like a blade slicing through every bit of courage they had mustered. But now, it was gone. And they were left with only each other.
Jason's fingers twitched against his thigh.
He looked down slowly, barely moving his head, just his eyes.
Tucked inside the sleeve of his arm, just beneath the lining of his leather bracer, was the arrow.
He could feel it now.
Cold against his skin.
Waiting.
