To Lorcan, whose injuries ... Yrene had
needed to summon Hafiza to help her with
some of it. To lend her power, since Yrene’s
had been so depleted.
The unconscious warrior, who had
apparently tumbled right off Farasha as he and
Elide had passed through the gates, didn’t so
much as stir while they worked on him.
That had been hours ago. Days ago, it felt.
Yes, she needed to rest.
Yrene aimed for the water station in the
back of the hall, her mouth dry as paper. Some
water, some food, and perhaps a nap. Then
she’d be ready to work again.
But a horn, clear and bright, blared from
outside.
Everyone halted—then rushed to the
windows. Yrene’s smile grew as she, too,
found a place to peek out over the battlefield.
To where the rest of the khagan’s army,
lily
(lily)
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