“Is this a dream?” asked Asha, dazed. “You…you’re not real. They said you died. At Caladel.” “They lied.” Davian made an awkward step back as Asha swung out of bed. “Please, don’t come any closer. It’s dangerous.” Asha stopped. She wanted to go to him, touch him, just to make sure he was really there. “Why?” Davian grimaced, staring at the ground. “I don’t have time to explain. I’m…restricted in what I can say. Who is the Shadraehin?”
