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I couldn’t make myself form the words,you don’t need me.I should say it, but I couldn’t.
Because I wanted her to need me like I needed her.
“Go to sleep, Honor,” I pressed her. “You need to rest.”
“We’ll still have all the same problems in the morning.”
I couldn’t resist kissing her forehead. “And we’ll face them then.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Will we?”
But then she was snuggling into my arms and finally, finally falling asleep.
But I lay awake a long time.
CHAPTER43
Zehr
I shouldn't givea damn if Honor’s men were alive or dead.
But I could feel her worry. So finally, in exasperation, I went to find the assholes. They didn’t deserve it.
Talisyn’s pain radiating through the bond. I was attached to Honor, and Talisyn was attached toher,and that meant… I was attached to the Royals. Fucking hell.
I didn’t want to heal him. But if he died, alone in the forest surrounded by the soldiers who were circling him, darting in to attack him and then darting away, then Honor’s pain would be deep and intense… the thought of feeling that pain made me wince.
She was mine, and I didn’t want anyone to hurt her. As much asIhurt her myself.
So I left the shadows and strode toward Talisyn.
He was limping, struggling to raise his sword. A deep wound gashed through his upper thigh, and he was facing two of Kallus’s soldiers. Three others lay sprawled across the ground in various states of dead-and-dying, but that didn’t matter; one of them had gotten in a wound that would slow him enough for the others to kill him.
I stepped behind one of them and grabbed his jaw. He never saw me coming before I snapped his neck and let him drop.
The other whirled at the sound. Shock registered across his face before he leapt at me, but I shadow traveled to one side. He stiffened as my sword drove up through his chest, his back arching as he greeted death. I kicked him off and turned to face Talisyn.
He looked up at me with confusion written across his face, and then his eyes flickered to the bloody sword I carried. Did he think I was going to kill him, here in this moment when it was just the two of us?
If it hadn’t been for the pain it would cause Honor… perhaps.
Instead, I sheathed the sword.
“Looks nasty.” I crouched onto my heels. “Do you have any magic left to heal it?”
His shaking hand stretched out toward the gaping wound in his thigh. His magic glowed gold in his palm and cast beautiful light across the ugly wound. It began to heal, flesh knitting back over bone, the wound closing. Then his magic flickered. His face set in concentration as he tried to work it the rest of the way, then his magic died.
“Pity.” I’d have helped him, if I’d had magic to spare. But I didn’t want to lose the ability to shadow travel. I could feel how weak I was already.
He collapsed back in the dirt, looking exhausted.
“You’ll be fine.” I rose to walk away, then saw the soldiers’ packs abandoned on the ground. I hunted through them and found bandages and healing salve. It would go a long way. I turned to throw them to him. “Here.”
His lips were peeled back from his teeth in pain.
I swore, then moved toward him. He scrambled back from me as I reached for the wound, and from the look on his face, he was debating whether he should go for his sword. But I helped him bandage it. For Honor’s sake.
He was looking at me strangely, but I was not inviting conversation.
