Chapter 135

Luther’s POV

I leaned harder against the wall, bracing myself on my arm, my deep hazel eyes locked on her retreating figure. Even as she slipped out of sight, I refused to blink. Every muscle in me ached to sprint after her, but I held myself back. I prayed she was all right. That arrow wasn’t meant to wound her so badly—I only needed it to graze her skin, to capture a drop of her blood. Instead, she crushed the arrow’s shaft to splinters, and with it, my only means of rousing that idiot to consciousness. Now I was empty-handed, and the frustration roiled through me like a wound.

I closed my eyes for a moment and drew in a shaky breath. This was the first time in weeks I had managed to get so close to Maeve, and I nearly had her within reach. But I couldn’t move—Valerius’s watchdogs, those slavering brutes, hovered around her every step. They’d s