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Red
I stared at Lugh. It couldn’t be.
But it was.
My heart squeezed as I rushed to him.
“Lugh?” I called as I knelt beside him; he was seated on the cold stone floor, his back and head resting against the rough wall, his eyes closed, his mouth half open. He was filthy and hurt, with his hair looking a crazy mop on his head, and a short beard on his face. Chains wrapped around his wrists and connected to the wall. “Lugh, can you hear me?”
His head lolled forward.
I placed two fingers on his neck, checking for his pulse. It was weak, but it was there.
Lennox burst into the cell and skidded to a stop, his eyes wide. “Red, get away from him! He could be infected!”
I glared at Lennox. “This is my brother. I don’t care if he is infected. Find me the rusting keys to the chain before I
