Chapter 16
Zeth fell to a knee on the doorstep of the house, staring at the crossbow bolt sticking through his shaking hand.
Is this how I die? Shot in the head by some maniac with a crossbow?
He had no Hellfire Ritual circle prepared to defend himself with, and without his magic, he had nothing to fight with.
“Help!” he shouted at the top of his lungs, falling back and kicking away from the house. “Someone, help me!”
“Wait,” the voice from inside said, and Zeth frowned, recognizing it. “Zeth, is that you?”
“Turin?” Zeth called into the house. “Did-did you just shoot me?!”
He heard footsteps running to the door, and Turin’s head popped out from the doorway, his hand crossbow held out. He looked down at Zeth, eyes going wide. “Oh my gods, Zeth, you’re covered in blood!”
“Yes,” Zeth replied, trying to control his shaking voice. “You shot me through the hand.”
“I-I’m so sorry, I thought—Just, get inside, quick.”