Now she sounded exhausted. And as his gaze adjusted to the dark, she seemed so frail to him . . . and so near tears. An ache took hold of his heart. “You didn’t use the vine?” Her short laugh sounded nothing like amusement, and nearer to despair. “How could I complete my task if I cannot awaken when danger comes? So instead I sit here, while my every thought tears my head apart.” Her eyes closed, and the tears that spilled beneath her lashes all but destroyed him. Throat raw, he cupped her face in his hands. “Lizzan,” he said thickly. “What are these thoughts that are hurting you? I will chase
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