“The healers who were gathered there to pray recoiled with cries of fear, some turning to clutch their neighbours. Bane lay on his side, held there by the protruding spear shaft. Ellese jumped up with a horrified cry and rushed forward to fall to her knees beside him. The dark power that licked over him made her gag. He gasped, his skin ashen. Sweat dampened the wings of hair that framed his haggard face. His eyes turned blue as he leashed the power. Blood oozed from the great wound and pooled o...n the pale marble floor, running out at an alarming rate. For a moment Ellese was too stunned to do anything but stare at him in dismay, then she barked orders at the healers, who ran to obey. Bane frowned at the spearhead, grasping it as if he intended to pull it out. "Help me," he groaned. "We will," Ellese pulled his hands away, amazed to hear those words from him. "Just relax." "Mirra..." "Where is she?" "Arkonen has her." "Goddess!" Ellese blinked away tears. "We could not stop her. When she heard you were injured, she ran like the wind.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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