A wraith’s festering talon had carved through flesh, tissue and muscle, splitting Wilder apart. Talemir swallowed the bile rising in his throat. ‘Doesn’t even hurt, Tal,’ Wilder said through gritted teeth. ‘But I could use some of that fire extract about now.’ Talemir tried to sound casual, but the words came out strained. ‘Thought you hated the stuff.’ ‘Not really in a position to be fussy at the moment.’
