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Endelle once more waved her arm and the smoke cleared.
And that’s when he heard a terrible gurgling sound not two yards from him, on his left.
He knew then what had happened and turned slowly to stare down at Rachel. She’d been hit along the side of her waist, but the nature of the blast had severely damaged her internal organs. There was blood everywhere.
In his vision, he hadn’t seen the end of the battle, just the beginning.
Endelle was already shouting something to Jeannie about getting Horace over to the Command Center. Then suddenly Horace was right there, kneeling beside Rachel and working his healing magic on her fast and furious.
But Duncan still remained as though fixed in place, his head dizzy, his heart pounding hard. His eyes burned. And he couldn’t move a goddam muscle.
Horace started shouting, calling for his team and for Fiona, Jean-Pierre’s breh. Fiona had the ability to amplify various powers.
Together, Horace and Fiona had recently pulled Duncan back from the grave as well.
Duncan finally felt capable of movement and knelt beside Rachel. He took her hand but there was no answering response to the pressure of his fingers.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I never wanted this to happen.”
Blood pooled on her lips and dripped down her face, but she made eye contact. I’m so cold. So cold.
No, Rachel. Don’t do this. You must know I love you.
I know. But even her telepathic voice faded and her eyes closed.
Rachel?
He got no response.
He could feel the healing waves as Horace worked hard to rebuild her organs. His team arrived, pushing Duncan out of the way. He didn’t protest.
Instead, he stood by, looking down at her but hardly seeing her through a cloud of tears. He felt numb from head to foot as though he didn’t even exist.
A surge of power had Rachel’s body arching. Her lungs barely moved, though, as she made small gasping sounds.
Fiona arrived. She knelt beside Horace, closed her eyes, and the next moment Horace’s body stiffened quickly then relaxed. At the same time, Fiona slid backward to lie prone and unconscious on the floor.
Fiona now lived inside Horace.
Extraordinary waves of healing began to flow from the healer, amplified through Fiona’s power like nothing Duncan had ever felt before.
He pressed a fist to his mouth and waited.
Duncan? Rachel’s telepathic voice, but very weak.
Yes? I’m here. Would she be all right? Would she live?
There’s an angel behind you with red hair.
Oh, fuck.
He spun.
Yolanthe.
She’d done this. She’d sent the wreckers to the palace. To kill Rachel.
He leapt for her and wrapped his hands around her neck, squeezing hard but nothing happened. Instead, she just smiled then drifted away. Some kind of Third Earth holographic bullshit. Yolanthe’s voice floated through his mind, I’m coming for you, Duncan.
