‘I thought… I thought it was most powerful when it was used on someone you love,’ she said. Wilder only held her more firmly in his arms. Thea’s body shuddered against him, wracked with silent sobs, her chest aching as she tried to hold them in — A violent gasp made her jump. She whirled around to see Kipp’s eyes flutter, the wound in his chest knitting closed. ‘Furies save me,’ he rasped. ‘Are you trying to get me killed again, Thea? Don’t tell the Warsword you love me.’
