With a man his size, Adela would have thought it impossible. But the feather-like pressure his gloved hand applied as it held hers did not pressure the tip of the arrow deeper inside her neck.
"Let go of that arrow right away,"
His beseeching tone was husky and alien with a gut-wrenching aftereffect on her. She found herself on the verge of freefalling, his dark eyes that quivered were back to pulling her into that bottomless pit.
Adela's disobeying fingers grabbed the tip tighter in response, blood gushed out as the sharp edges cut through them. Acting as an accomplice to her crime, the rain took a tint of pink as it kept on mixing with her blood, diluting the red liquid and sliding down the wooden part of Egon's arrow.
