ELLIOT

"ROSELLA!" I roared with even more urgency, a sinister premonition assaulting my senses.

I ran toward her scent and then… that suffocating, intense smell of iron.

Before I reached her, I saw her stepping out from the shadow of the trees—her pale skin, trembling lips, and disheveled hair.

My eyes dropped, stunned.

Her hands… her hands clutched the hilt of a weapon, buried deep in her chest.

"NOOOO!" I bellowed, rushing toward her.

She tried to take steps toward me, staggering, stumbling f