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Gril woke the next morning feeling surprisingly refreshed. He touched the spot between his eyes and was amazed when he didn’t feel any blood or tenderness. His hand moved to his temple. The knot was gone.
He sat up and looked down at his arm. Curious, he loosened the bandage and pulled it free. The deep cuts on his arm were now merely thin, pale lines. He ran his fingers over the wounds in amazement, then looked over at where Madas had been and frowned. She and L’eon were gone, but—they had left him something.
He put the cloth he’d used as a bandage in his pocket, stepped over to the log, and picked up the metal box. Opening it, he saw the circuit board to his ship tucked inside. He snapped it shut.
His stomach tightened and the muscle in his jaw pulsed as he clenched his teeth. He
