consciousness, and they have moved him into
a building near the wall. Healers are working
on him as we speak. They will move him here
as soon as he is capable of withstanding it.”
Evangeline staggered to the balcony rail, as
if she might see that building amid the sea of
chaos by the city walls.
She had never had a brother, or a father.
She hadn’t yet decided which one she would
like Aedion to be. And if he was so injured
that it warranted a message to Darrow—
She pressed a hand to her stomach, trying
to contain the bile that burned her throat.
Murmuring sounded, and then there was a
hand on her shoulder. “Lord Gunnar will see
to delivering my reply,” Darrow said. “You
will remain here with me. I might have need
of you.”
The words were stern, but the hand on her
shoulder was kind.
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