Chapter Twenty
At once the tornadoes disappeared as if they had never been. Aldair, already on his knees, reached for Jillian’s limp body, cradling her in his arms. Above him, Jasreel stared down at them in consternation.
“Is she — ?” he began, and then stopped himself, as if he could not bear to hear the answer.
Aldair lowered his face to hers, kissed her sweet, sweet lips. Ah, yes, there it was — the faintest hint of a warm breath against his mouth. He shook his head. “She lives. But barely.”
“I — ” Again Jasreel hesitated, his stricken gaze taking in the woman in his brother’s arms. “She loves you. Truly loves you, enough so that she would interfere with our battle, even though she had no chance of prevailing. But she did not even hesitate.”
“Yes,” Aldair said, still holding her cl
