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Lance walked into the infirmary on stiff and weary legs. He carried a heavy load on his back. He set Simon Accolon down on one of the beds. The man jostled. Accolon had been out of it as Lance had carried him up the stairs. But now the scientist’s curious eyes were open and rapt on Gwin.
Lance, himself, was still dazed at the sight he’d walked in on. Merlin had been on his deathbed for months now. The only thing keeping him in this world was Gwin.
As Lance had come into the infirmary, it looked as though the sycophant was making his final exit. That was until Gwin yanked him back on the stage.
With his back released from the heavy burden, Lance’s shoulders drooped. A numbness settled over his shoulder blades. It was her right to save him. Her duty as a healer… and as his wife. She ha
