Sienna’s POV
Asher is dying.
The words kept repeating in my head, over and over the harder my feet pounded on the ground left between me and the antidote.
Rogues had always used a specific poison on their arrows called Curare, a toxin derived from various plants. It caused paralysis very quickly, and there were few options when it came to antidotes.
But Nightwind had come up with one, finally, after years of fighting against the poison. It was a fast acting antidote, though it only worked against a certain amount of curare.
Asher was surely reaching the limit of the antidote…and soon, too. His whole body was being taken by paralysis when I left.
Oh, Asher, I whispered in my head, a melancholy seizing my muscles.
When I reached Nightwind, it was chilling
