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Tavrin was on his knees. All that tension, all that restraint, and now he was shaking so hard his feathers rattled. His hands were braced on the stone, talons gouging grooves in the rock.
I dropped down beside him. Pulled his head against my chest. Wrapped my arms around as much of him as I could reach.
“I’ve got you,” I said. “I’ve got you.”
His wings folded around us. Not protective this time. Just holding on.
I held him and I calculated. The days. The hours. Not enough time to find a legal solution. Not enough time for anything but watching the deadline approach.
Elspeth or Tavrin.
My sister or my husband.
I held him tighter and didn’t have an answer.
