Chapter 77 The Shared Wound

"He’s dying! Caspian, breathe! Kael, look at me!"

My voice was a shredded ruin. The war room had become a slaughterhouse of psychic feedback. Rune lay on the cold marble, the silver-tipped bolt still sizzling in his chest, smoking with a foul, necrotic heat. But he wasn't the only one screaming....

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