She looked up at him, terrified. There were boots on the stairs, then fists slamming the doors. Severin looked up, over her shoulder, and sucked a breath through his teeth. “We don’t have much time.” Agony tore through her. Maryse gasped, gripping her stomach as some great power extinguished. She screamed, trying to keep the pain at bay, but it was no use. She fell forward onto her hands. Severin caught her and held her close. He shook against her, and when she looked up, her brother was crying. “Locke has fallen,” he said, reading the expression on her face. He closed his eyes for one brief
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