Elide at last dared to look at the dam. A ruk soared from it, frantically waving a golden banner. Soon. It would break soon. Elide gathered Farasha’s reins. “To the keep, friend,” she said, digging her heels into the horse’s side. “Faster than the wind.” Farasha obeyed. Elide rocked back into Lorcan as the mare launched into a gallop, earning another groan of pain. But he remained in the saddle, despite the pounding steps that drew agonized breaths from him. “Faster, Farasha!” Elide called to the horse as she steered her toward the keep, the mountain it had been built into. Nothing had ever
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