Page 12 of Neverwylde 6
“Kleesod.”
“Do not fight it, Kyber,” the Seneecian told him. “Let them heal you.”
“Feed…Kelen. Feed…the p-prisoners.” There was no feeling left in his lips. Trying to form the words took too much effort.
Kleesod gave a nod. “I will see to it. You must rest now. Rest so that you will be strong enough to face the Triumvirate when we return.”
The man was right. He had to allow himself the time to rest and recover, so that when it was time to face the lawmakers, he could present himself as capable in mind and body. Weakness was not tolerated, and he’d already exposed a major weakness when he’d declared Kelen, a Terran, one of the enemy, as his Confirmed.
Kelen.
Kyber closed his eyes as a chemical lassitude took control.
Kelen.
Kyber, don’t tell me you don’t love me anymore. Please, for God’s sake, don’t tell me you no longer love me!
I will never stop loving you, my one. But you and I both knew that the moment we left that half world, any life we had hoped to share together would no longer exist.
His final thought as he succumbed was the vision of her tear-stained face before he turned his back on her.
