I am not sure I ever appreciated how much Vameer hums with power.
But with him like this, still, silent, it is like he does not exist at all.
I kneel down next to my brother. And I see the reason for the blood.
The cut.
It is no longer bleeding. But it is still open.
Unhealed.
I lift my gaze to the druid. “When?”
“Their hearts stopped minutes before I got you. They landed here minutes before that.”
I stare at the slice stretching all the way across Rune’s throat. “What happened?”
Dread shakes his head. “A dagger. That’s all I know.”
I swallow as I look at my older brother. “What can we do?”
“I did what I could.” Dread drops down and sits in the grass. “But saving a half-turned mate is not something I’ve done before.”
I shift and lower myself beside Vameer. “Then we wait.”
Chapter 109
Dread
Volik sits, still and silent.
But the color leaks from his eyes.
Black tendrils crawling under his skin.
I watch as he stares down at his brother.
The warrior looking like he’s sleeping.
How he must have looked for the last one hundred and three years.
Chapter 110
Vameer
It’s so dark I cannot see.
I look left and right. But there is nothing.
No color.
No light.
I lift my hand to my chest.
It is still. Silent.
Mon Coeur.