Page 110 of Nightbane
They approached the cave slowly, silently, keeping to its very edge.
This would be easy, she reasoned.
The dragon was sleeping soundly. The sword wasright there; she couldsee it.
The moment Isla stepped foot inside, something flew through the sky. She felt a howl of pain in her leg.
Grim moved fast as lightning. He knocked her off her feet and pinned her against the ground, hand coming down behind her head to soften the fall. Less than a second later, half a dozen arrows went right through his body.
Isla opened her mouth to scream, but before she could make a sound, Grim’s other hand smothered her lips. It stayed there, cold and solid as ice. Her eyes were wide, and they stared at each other, faces inches apart, as more arrows stabbed him through his arms and legs. His body lurched with every new hit until they finally stopped.
There was a moment of tense silence, both waiting to see if they had awakened the dragon. She was panting, her chest nearly meeting his own.
No movement.
Her eyes dropped to his wounds. Twelve arrows. It was a wonder none of them had gone through his heart. Blood soaked his clothing, dripping onto her body.
He had shielded her from the attack, without a moment’s hesitation.
She dragged his hand down from her lips. “Portal away,” Isla mouthed, lips shaking around the words.
Grim shook his head.
If they used his power or the starstick, the sword would disappear. They might never find it again.
Somehow, Grim had to make it out of the cave.
Isla wasn’t even sure howshewas going to make it. The one arrow that had pierced her before Grim had made himself into her personal shield had gone straight through her shin.
With more strength than she could imagine, Grim somehow got to his feet. She quietly stood too and had to bite her hand to keep from screaming from pain. She tried to walk a step and nearly crumpled back down to the floor.
With one quick motion, she was off her feet. Grim, twelve arrows still sticking through him, held Isla in his arms and somehow walked steadily out of the cave and through the field until he could portal them away.
The moment they landed in his room, Grim collapsed, sending Isla sliding across the floor. She gasped as she made her way to her feet, toward him. No. To the cabinets. She opened them all, hurriedly looked for healing supplies, and found Moonling gauze. She used her starstick to portal back to her room, grabbed an entire vial of healing elixir, then returned.
Before she could help him, her own leg needed to be dealt with or she would lose too much blood and pass out. Bracing herself for just a moment, she snapped the end of the arrow and pulled it out. She screamed against the back of her hand. Her wound stung as healing elixir dripped onto it. Her fingers trembled as she quickly wrapped her leg with the bandage.
No time to wallow in the pain. She limped over to where Grim had barely managed to sit up and knelt before him.
“I’m going to—”
“Do it,” he said, his breathing labored.
She snapped the first arrow, and he swore. She slid the first arrow out, and when she poured healing elixir over the wound, he bellowed. “Well, you have about another dozen of those, so you better toughen up,” she said, partially echoing his own words, only because she knew it would bother him enough to stay awake. “Or did you forget that pain isuseful?”
“Don’t mock me,” he said, teeth bared. “It’s true.”
She rolled her eyes.
“I’ll tell you a secret, Hearteater.” He flinched as she removed the next arrow. “Pain makes you powerful.”
Isla let out a sound of disgust. “It does not,” she said. “Though I suppose that’s a very Nightshade thing to believe.”
“No,” he said, mouth curling in amusement even as he suffered. “It isn’t an ideal. It’s truth. Emotion feeds power. And pain is the strongest.”
Isla frowned. That couldn’t be true.
“It is true,” he said, likely sensing her doubt.
