14. Nicolette

Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod!

An arrow was sticking out of Farrow’s chest, near his left shoulder, just under the collarbone.

“Farrow!” I screamed, leaping off Caramel so I could race toward him when he slumped off Mint and landed lifelessly on the ground.

When something whizzed past my ear, the wind from its passage dusting my cheek, I realized more arrows were pursuing us.

“Bloody bastards,” I hissed, ducking my face and falling to my knees to make myself a harder target to hit.

But who the devil would be shooting at us before even finding out if we were threatening or not?

Ire beginning to rise over the entire situation, I crawled frantically toward my wounded mate, who was lying supine and gasping as he clutched his arrow’s shaft only for his fingers to fall back limply to his side as if he’d passed out.

“Farrow?” I whispered, hovering above him and barely making out his features in the early morning light.

Seriously, who could even see well enough to aim bows and arrows at th