Shailiha’s mouth fellopen. The night was clear,and dawn would come soon. Xanthus’bolt struck Faegan’s chair, but part of the bolt’s energy was transferred to Faegan’s body. French morale was pretty shaky, at that.
Lothar pulled on the squeaky door. As the pain went throughhim he gripped Shailiha’s hand so strongly that she feared he might break her fingers. “Follow me,” he ordered simply. ”“I’m aware,” he answered.
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