“How does the spell prevent my death?” Tauren demanded. Brecan answered him, clutching what would be a very sore cheek. “If someone gravely injures you, Sable will forfeit her life for yours.” Tauren’s mouth gaped open. I’d never seen the sea, never seen a ship when the wind left its sails, but I imagined it would look much the same way Tauren did. “Sable, no. Undo it.” There was so much fear, so much desperation in the plea.
