“Zakar . . . such a pity he died. Though he did do what I needed him to. But to answer your other question, no I cannot bring your dear Felipe back.” Wendelone loosened her grip on Aura, and the branch fell away from her neck.
Aura fell to the ground, wheezing. Her neck and throat ached, and her lungs felt like fire. She took in big gulps of air between coughs, and Bokah tried to run toward her.
“Not just yet, dwarf.” Wendelone swatted at him, and he stopped in his tracks a few feet in front of Aura.
Aura raised her hand out toward Bokah, urging him to stay put. She regained her composure and stood, facing the tree again. “What do you know of Felipe?” she asked, still panting.
Wendelone laughed. “Oh, you loved him. Zakar knew that by taking him, you would come and give him what he want
