"What about the walls?" Rosalind asked when the others left.
"They will survive. Where did you get that arrow?"
"Mr. Montgomery gave it to me," Rosalind said. "It's a—"
"Cursed. I can see it." He leaned against the table and stared at her. "You were able to absorb it."
"Yes," she blinked. "Did you really leave the walls?"
"They can handle it."
Rosalind smiled. "So… did you come here because—"
"Of you."
"Oh… do you need me somewhere?" she was about to put the arrow back when Lucas grabbed her wrist. "Lucas—"
Then he took the arrow from her. He was holding it as if it was not a cursed weapon.
"It could harm you," she said.
"It could." He stared at the arrow as if it was the most beautiful piece of equipment that he had seen. "I have you. I don't need to worry about it."
That made her smile.
"Did you come here to appreciate the beauty of a rusty arrow?"
"I came to see you."
"We just saw each other a few hours ago."
