Daciana's head tilted to the side, eyes squinting, chest rising slightly as she took in a deep breath, smelling the air. Her harsh expression melted into a weak, broken smile as she gasped a sound of relief. “I smell her on you! Bree!” The anguish of her voice as she said her sister’s name split his heart. She clumsily stumbled to her hands and knees as she tried to crawl to him. “They told me she was dead.”
“She’s alive,” Blaez said. “But don’t move, Daciana. You’re too weak. I’ll come to you.” He promised. Daciana paused, head down, her skeletal shoulders heaving in exertion at just the few feet she managed to crawl.
The sound of Zoey’s heavy boots in gravel came to a halt aside Blaez as she awaited his instruction. He looked down at the brown-skinned Arkadían, mind-linking h
