C345 WHO LIVES

"Quiet. Everyone, stop breathing," the Young Prince whispered.

He didn't move a muscle, but his hand tightened on Aria’s waist. He was still sitting on the floor of the ruined library, his bare back against the rotting books, but his body was no longer heavy with pain. The blood Aria had given him had acted like oil in a rusted machine. He was alert, his head tilted toward the floor.

Aria froze