The guard slumped, falling to the floor. The prince moved faster than lightning and broke Haxil’s fall before the guard’s head could crash into the table. “Haxil,” the prince said urgently as he peered down at his friend. Guilt coiled Norivun’s features. He pounded his fist on the floor. “Fuck, no, what have I done? Haxil!” The guard blinked, then opened his eyes. “Thank the gods,” Norivun said, slumping forward and cradling the guard to him. Groaning, Haxil frowned. “Is that the thanks I get for keeping your—” The
