Chapter 58

Odessa's attention was pulled away from the man when the fox cried out. She traced the sound only to find it bleeding on the floor, struggling amid death. A smile covered her face as she reached out to it, but something was off—the arrow—it was nowhere on the body of the bleeding fox. She rolled her eyes into her head, recollecting how the arrow passed her, sending her to the floor. “It was blue and glittering. Was that my hallucination? I am so good at imagining things.” she scoffed and grabbed the fox, standing. “But it's bleeding so much, and this wound is an arrow shot.”