Marcus walked into the study without knocking, and the man behind him had to be carried in.
Two Ashveil warriors held him up between them. His head hung down. Blood had dried dark along the side of his face. Nora's stomach dropped the second she saw him. Raphael was already moving, pulling out a chair, while shouting for Daniel down the hallway.
"He insisted on coming himself," Marcus said. His voice sounded rough, tired. "I told him to stay behind. He wouldn't listen."
"You should have made him listen," Raphael said, easing the man into the chair.
"Try making Elias do anything he doesn't want to do." Marcus rubbed a hand over his face. "He got further than any of us. Three relay points before they caught up to him."
Nora bent down a little to look at the injured man's face. He looked
