Lorcan tensed as if sensing the oblivion that threatened. “You heal her,” he said to the gentle-eyed male, “and then we continue—” “No,” she got out. Not for this, not for her— Lorcan’s onyx eyes were unreadable as he scanned her face. And then he said quietly, “I wanted to go to Perranth with you.” Lorcan dropped the shield. It was not a hard choice. And it did not frighten him. Not nearly as much as the fatal wound in her arm did. Fenrys had hit an artery. She’d bleed out in minutes. Lorcan had been born from and gifted with darkness. Returning to it was not a difficult task. But letting
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