CHAPTER 61

Agony was a song in Lorcan’s blood, his
bones, his breath.
Every step of the horse, every leap she
made over body and debris, sent it ringing
afresh. There was no end, no mercy from it. It
was all he could do to keep in the saddle, to
cling to consciousness.
To keep his arm around Elide.
She had come for him. Had found him,
somehow, on this endless battlefield.
His name on her lips had been a summons
he could never deny, even when death had
held him so gently, nestled beneath all those