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I dropped to the ground beside him and grabbed his hand. There was still a pulse. “Shade? Shade!”
“Save your breath,” Blackbeak spoke up as he wobbled out of the woods. “He’ll be out for a while.”
“But he’s fine, isn’t he?” I questioned him.
Blackbeak marched onto Shade’s chest and kicked his chin with his claws. Shade slightly winced and a slight circle of blood popped up from the nicks. “Yep, he’s fine.”
I set his hand on his chest and shook my head. “But what happened to him? He wasn’t moving or talking to me. Why?”
Blackbeak fluffed his feathers. “Do I look like an expert on human magicks?”
A thought struck me and hope was renewed. “An expert on magicks! Shade’s employer!”
“What are you babbling about?” the bird asked me.
I grabbed the avian and stood. “How can
