moved his legs under him again.
His breathing turned jagged. Fresh blood
dribbled from his stomach, flowing over the
crusted remains on his jacket and pants.
As he began to rise, Elide beheld the
wound slicing up the left side of his back.
Flesh lay open—bone peeking through.
Oh gods. Oh gods.
Elide ducked further under him, until his
arm was slung across her shoulders. Thighs
burning, ankle shrieking, Elide pushed up.
Lorcan pulled at the same time, Farasha
holding steady. He groaned again, his body
teetering—
“Don’t stop,” Elide hissed. “Don’t you
dare stop.”
His breath came in shallow gasps, but
Lorcan got his feet under him, inch by inch.
Slipping his arm from Elide’s shoulder, he
lurched to grip the saddle. To cling to it.
lily
(lily)
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