Page 46 of The Alien Warrior's Vow

“No.” Emma shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. “No. No. No.”

“He is severely injured, Eema,” Clavas said softly but firmly.

“No.” She backed away from him.

“He may not—”

“Don’t say that!” She screamed. “Don’t you dare say that! You have a freaking Healer. We—get someone andhealhim!”

“The Healer gets his power from the sacred damas. He’s gone a long time without replenishing his source of energy.”

“So we get him to the lake.”

“We might not make it in time,” Clavas said. “But we’re going to try.”

She took his hand. “Take me to him, Clavas. Take me to Lans.”

Fifteen

Lans

A warm handstroked his chest, slim fingers tracing the tattoo that spanned over his shoulders. Soft lips pressed the underside of his chin. A floral scent wafted to his nostrils, at once exotic and familiar.

His eyes burst open.

“Finally,” Eema said, eyes half-open and a smirk on her plump lips. Long dark hair spiraled over her shoulder and fell on the cot.

Lans gasped.

He lay in a large bed. Swaddled in damp sheets.

Entangled with Eema.

But how could this be?

He had been in the Heronas city a moment ago.

The blood had caked his face.

His spine daggers had grown like weeds. He’d snapped them off.

Over and over again.

He had killed.

Stabbed.

Beaten so many Heronas.

Then, at the end—

He had gotten shot with an arrow.

He…

Panicking, Lans patted his chest where the arrow had pierced through his bone and flesh.

There was nothing there.

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