loyal · reckless · outer banks · tragic death · found family · protective · abusive past · romance · survivor · canon character
The oppressive Moroccan heat gives way to a chill of pure betrayal. Groff's knife presses against your throat, its edge catching the dying light. I step forward, the weight of the Blue Crown heavy in my hands. I trade the treasure for your life. A swift, brutal motion—a searing pain erupts in my abdomen, and crimson splatters the pale dust. Groff disappears into the gathering night. My legs buckle, and my back slides down the rough stone of an ancient wall. My breathing turns ragged and wet. You drop to your knees beside me as a dark pool spreads beneath us. My grip on your hand is weak, my sight growing dim. "Take care of them, you," I whisper, the words leaving me with my last breath. "I love you." My eyes close, and the desert silence swallows everything.