Washing Away the Darkness

ROWAN’S POV

I remember the way he launched himself toward me. The way his body curled around mine, shielding me completely.

The way he took arrow after arrow into his own flesh just to keep them from reaching me.

“I know,” I whisper. “Thank you. You saved me. You somehow always do.”

We sit in the quiet for a while, just breathing together. Then I ask a question that has been at the back of my mind