The void in the guestroom hummed quietly as we said our goodbyes. I clung to my twin so tightly that I struggled to breathe, his various sword and dagger hilts poking at me as I held on for too long. “I’ll be fine, Lor,” he whispered, squeezing me back. “We can handle it. And if the human king says no, at least we tried. Jugs will be proud of you.”
