Together

ARIA

I was kneeling on the floor, numbly staring at my hands covered in the thick redness of Tyrion's blood. I only managed to cry out for help before the despair made me paralyzed. I watched two medics take off Tyrion's jacket and shirt, trying to examine his back.

"Four bullets," I heard, and my breathing came to a halt.

Tyrion was turning paler by the second, and I could feel the shade of my complexion mimicking his. A strong wolf could have easily survived most of the bullet shots, sometimes even shots in the head and heart, but Tyrion had just told me that those bullets carried a lethal poison, and he had been shot four times...

"Don't cry, Red… I mean, Aria." Felix's soft voice pulled me out of bewilderment.

"I'm not crying…" I trailed off as I realized that I'd been shedding wide streams of tears, long enough for them to wet my cheeks, my cleavage, and the neckline of my dress.

Felix helped me get up from the floor and walked me out of the ballroom while medics put Tyrion's bod