My lips tugged up as he stopped halfway through the camp and knelt next to an emaciated, tall elf. Her dirty hair was golden and brown like the stalks of wheat. Lida’s thin arms shook as she wrapped them around Bayne’s neck. And those fears, those insecurities, I’d harbored all those months ago in Lotrennia. The fear of losing him… Such a small, insignificant risk amidst all that we faced. All we had yet to face, and I smiled at their reunion.
“Well damn, would you look at that.” Kellan sniffed.
I shook my head, eyes still on Bayne and Lida, my grin widening.
“Getting sentimental, Astraeus?” I murmured, turning to find him staring at me.
My grin fell as my eyes landed on him. Kellan’s face was pallid. His head rested against the rocky line of the cliff, dark eyes boring into mine.
Two lines of crimson dripped from his nose.
“You’re bleeding,” I murmured, inching closer and pulling a rag from my jacket.
His eyes followed my hand as I leaned in and paused.
The blood dripped over the soft curve of his lips, pooling between them before sliding alongside the white scar. I stared as it dropped to the cropped dark beard on his chin.
My gaze floated up to meet his.
“I will bleed for you, Bonscaíh.”
