“"It's frightening being alone, isn't it?" "Alone?" The bark of laughter tore at the bruising on his throat. "His Imperial Highness Prince Otavas need me!" "Good. I'm glad." Her smile offered comfort. Terrified he might take it, Bannon grabbed up the pack and ran out the door. "Ger, I'm fine. Honest." Pushing her hair back off her face with one hand, Magda shoved her brother away with the other. "I'm a healer, remember? If there was anything wrong with me, I'd know." "You're shaking." "I'm cold...." "It's a beautiful day." She narrowed her eyes. "I didn't say it wasn't. If you want to do something useful, give me your sweater and stop fussing." Gerek recognized her expression; she'd borrowed it from her mother and years of experience had taught him not to bother arguing. Yanking the sweater up over his head, he silently handed it to her. "Thank you." Pulling it on, she spent a moment rolling up the cuffs, then sighed deeply and stood. Her calves ached from all the climbing, she had scratches all over both hands from pushing through prickly ash, and a low-hanging branch had left a painful welt across one cheek.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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