“Phillip…” Ronald gasped his bloody hand squeezing his as the pain rushed through him. Phillip stared at the arrow that was slammed deep in his brother’s chest. Tears burned his eyes as he pushed them away. This was all his fault.
He’d taken a chance. Karic was standing right there, poised to take a shot. And he didn’t even think about it. He took the opening that was offered to him to kill the bastard. But he had moved like the wind, his body turning in the air and shooting his arrow at the same time.
Phillip had seen it coming, and moved out of its way. But Ronald didn’t. He was standing behind him, his mind on the hunt for game, and not the hunt he was on.
He was hunting his bastard brother, and not some animal.
Maybe he should have told him to be careful. But there wasn’t ti
