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“Dragan,” I start but I can barely hear my own voice, it’s so hoarse.

He pulls away from me and I see the path of his tears cutting through the dirt on his glorious face. I reach up and wipe his tears away with the pad of my thumb.

“I love you,” he whispers.

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CHAPTER ONE

DRAGAN

Mercenary Stronghold

She’s alive!

Seeing Eilish fills me with immense relief followed by gratitude, the likes of which I’ve never felt before.

She sighs into my shoulder and I can feel how overwhelmed she is. Noni climbs off my shoulder and hops onto Eilish and immediately begins tending to her wounds, which aren’t as deep as my own.

“Noni must focus on healing Mr. Dragan,” she says as she hops back onto my shoulder.

Eilish eyes me with worry. “Dragan... will you be all right?”

“I’m fine,” I insist, although I don’t know the extent of my own wounds.

“Should I go to Earlann and find you a healer?” she continues.

“We were lucky to make it out of that battle without attracting Variant’s attention. Let’s get back to the stronghold and tend to our wounded there.”

Myerdoth offers to assist me onto a horse and I accept his help.

The gateway to the mortal realm is only a few miles away, but the journey through the scorching sands nearly bleeds the remaining strength from my body. Sweat mixes with blood and marsh water, soaking through the lining of my armor until I feel chapped and sore. I can barely keep my eyes open.

I can see the canyon valley in the distance and Eilish reaches for my hand. “We’re almost there,” she says encouragingly.

Sentries blow the horns and the south gate to the stronghold opens. The camp is set just inside the walls and healers tend to the wounded. Eilish and Myerdoth help me to our tent and Myerdoth lowers me onto the floor.

“Can you get a Mage or a healer?” Eilish asks him. He nods and disappears as she leans over me and helps me remove my armor. When she sees the gash in my stomach, she recoils and then swallows hard.

“How bad is it?” I ask.

She nods. “Pretty bad.” She looks at my face and holds the top of her hand against my forehead, in the age-old way of judging my temperature. “You’ve lost a lot of blood, Dragan.”

A few minutes later, Myerdoth returns with a member of the Mages Guild with him. The older woman immediately enters the tent and sidles up alongside me. She focuses her hands above the wound and uses her power to knit the injury closed.

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