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.’ Thea fell back down to her knees. With tears of relief and almost manic laughter, she smacked Kipp’s arm. Gods, she almost wanted to kill the strategist herself. A tidal wave of feeling threatened to crash over her, leaving her in a trembling state of shock.
