He panted and panted, fresh blood sliding
from his back, too.
This ride would be agony. But they had no
choice. None at all.
“Now up.” She didn’t let him hear her
terror and despair. “Get into that saddle.”
He leaned his brow against Farasha’s dark
side. Swaying enough that Elide wrapped a
careful arm around his waist.
“You didn’t rutting die,” she snapped.
“And you’re not dead yet. We’re not dead yet.
So get in that saddle.”
When Lorcan did nothing other than
breathe and breathe and breathe, Elide spoke
again.
“I promised to always find you. I promised
you, and you promised me. I came for you
because of it; I am here because of it. I am
here for you, do you understand? And if we
don’t get onto that horse now, we won’t stand
lily
(lily)
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