Chapter 47

Nymera’s POV


“Kaelith,” I whispered, shaking him. “Kaelith—wake up.”

His body was cold with sweat. The blood soaking through his tunic was fresh, scarlet, and mine. Not a weapon, not an enemy—me.

His eyes fluttered open, wild with confusion, then pain.

“I—it’s fine,” he rasped, trying to...

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