The Villain's Hero
Rue’s arm had blackened along the lines of his vein whilst the blood had oozed like ink…
“What is a fly without wings? A walk.” He said the childhood joke darkly. “What is a dragon with only one wing?”
“You need the anti-venom,” I interrupted. “Why did you not say something sooner, Rue? Why let it go this far?”
Aien had returned and I felt his breath across my neck as he leaned over to see the wound. “Shit,” he whispered.
“I can fix this,” I said with a confidence I did not feel. “Describe the creature to me, Rue. Was it a spider, or like that thing in Nerith… Or the thing here with the stinging tail?”