Xander’s lids fluttered open, a moment of calm in the eye of a swelling storm. He blinked, finding her above him. “Lyana?” “Xander,” she cried and fell against his chest, clasping him. “You’re alive. Thank the gods, you’re alive.” “I’m fine, I—” He froze. “I…I was stabbed.” Lyana sat up. “I was stabbed. By the priest. And you were, you…you…” He trailed off, attention lingering on her wings for a few moments. He met her stare as silent questions raced across his eyes. But nothing else did.
