“Please. Do it.” A tear spilled down Ravezio’s temple and Zevander turned away, nostrils flaring as he fought to hold himself together. He nodded. “Thank you …” Ravezio wheezed and sucked in another rattling breath. “For your…friendship.” “Dormisz qumeht lunadei, meh’amij.” Rest with the gods, my friend. Zevander rose to his feet and held a trembling hand out to the man he’d known as a brother. One who’d never hesitated to fight on his behalf. He closed his eyes and summoned the flame.
