A sword split through the front of his armor and he staggered to the side. “No,” she sobbed. “No more of this.” Sorcha reached out and caught him as he fell to his knees. She pulled off his helmet and smoothed her hands over his handsome face. Shock reflected in his eyes even as blood dripped over his cheek. “You did not deserve this,” she said. “I am sorry.” He lifted a shaking hand lifted even as Elva cried out a warning. “You are not what I expected.” “Rest easy warrior.” “You should not be in war.”
She is still a healer at heart.
