Cutthroat Ink| Completed ✅
When certain death is only a step away from catching up to you, you don't need a good guy to come in and be the hero. All of that sparkly bullshit they put in fairytales is useless in the real world.
I knew that. I also knew that, eventually, the Eagles would find me. It was only a matter of when.
What I needed was a miracle, another day, another hour. A life.
But instead... I found him.
"Tequila?" Bard's hand came up to push the hair back out of my face. So gentle. How could something that had been so violent only a few seconds before, be so comforting. "Tell me what happened."
I looked up at him. His eyes darted back and forth, taking in my face, my hairline, looking anxious. "I saw him," I whispered hoarsely. "He was right there." Defeat. That's what I felt. Completely defeated. "He's always going to be right there."
Bard's eyes softened. "Maybe he will be," he said, moving downward slightly to force my eyes back to his. Those eyes. His eyes. They were like whirlpools, sucking me into their depths, no matter how hard I fought to swim away. "But so will I."