Save him, he ordered the stone. Power sang through his blood, and smoke poured out from under his fingers. It snaked up his arm and around Rhy’s ribs, turning to blackened rope as it tangled around them. Tying them together. Binding them. But Rhy still lay there, unmoving. My life is his life, thought Kell. His life is mine. Bind it to mine and bring him back.
