A massive, silent scream tore through Delaney's chest. Her heart shattered for the brave man who had lost his life in the dark woods.
But as she stared at the terrible scene, her sharp eyes noticed something else. She noticed the state of her cousin.
Lucas was trying to stand tall and victorious, but he was breathing heavily. His chest rose and fell in quick, painful gasps. And then, Delaney saw his left arm. It was hanging at a very strange, highly unnatural angle. His shoulder looked completely wrong, entirely out of its socket. He was sweating profusely, and a deep, purple bruise was already forming on his jaw.
Odis had not died easily. The brave guard had put up a tremendous, violent fight. He had greatly dislocated Lucas's arm before he fell.
Lucas turned his face to Delaney. He wanted to see her break. He wanted to see her reaction.
