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Smoke still filled the hallway but I found Anthony’s brother easily. He had collapsed against a wall. And he didn’t appear to be breathing.
Frantically, I ran my hands over him. He didn’t have any wounds that I could feel or see. His pulse was thin and weak, but it was there.
I rolled him onto his side and belted him on the back, but it was no use. His lungs were filled with smoke and I couldn’t clear them out.
“Anthony!” I screamed. “We’ve gotta get him into the clear air. Help me!”
I jumped up and grabbed Carlak’s wrists, then began tugging him in the direction of the balcony. It was the only source of fresh air available.
He was so heavy, but I hefted him along, desperate to get him outside.
“Help!” I screamed and pounding sounded on the stairs as men ran to our aid. “Help me get him to the balcony!” Two of the servants lifted their future king and hauled him into the fresh air.
I pressed a frantic hand to his chest. “He’s still not breathing. Anthony, you’ve gotta help him.”
Anthony was as pale as a bottle of milk, clearly still recovering from the effort of containing the fire, but he crawled over to his brother and set his hands hovering over Carlak’s chest area.
He closed his eyes and gasped out, sounding as though he were taking Carlak’s pain and suffering into him just as he’d absorbed the fire. His hands glowed with white light. Black tendrils of smoke lifted through Carlak’s shirt and drifted up into Anthony’s hands.
The servants gasped, falling back. “The prince has magic!”
“Yes, he does,” I snapped at them. “And he’s saving your future king’s life, so you better hope his magic is as strong as the queen’s!”
I had no idea how strong Marienne’s magic was, but when the servants bowed their heads, I knew I’d said the right thing.
Carlak began to cough, then gasp for breath.
“Sit him up!” I cried, rushing for his back and pushing him up.
The servants helped me get him to a sitting position and he coughed some more.
Finally, he opened his eyes, and Anthony fell forward, his head on his brother’s thigh, his shoulders shaking with the strength of his emotions and the effort of saving his brother.
Carlak stared down at Anthony, then up at me where I crouched next to them both.
“You okay?” I asked Carlak.
He nodded, then slowly put his hand on Anthony’s head. “It’s okay, brother. Everything’s going to be okay.”
I crawled around him to Anthony, who had rolled off Carlak. He knelt in a prayer position and began to weep. I put my arms around my mate’s back, and wept with him.
