Halston was fighting for his life in the infirmary. So was Zavier. A healer, Geezala, had found Zavier’s body last night. She’d heard a whistle she’d learned from her time as a healer in Treow. She’d warned me to prepare for the worst. That no man could likely survive such a wound. When Tillia had overheard, she’d told Geezala to fuck off and save Zavier’s life. By sheer, stubborn will, Tillia would see that Halston survived his injury. And she’d see to it that Zavier lived to witness another dawn.
STOP PLAYING WITH MY EMOTIONS
