Chapter Sixteen“Alaric?”
He turned his head toward the sound of Evan's voice, but all he could see was Mason's face, his scarred and marked body, the way he shook as he hung there while Shallon pressed his gloved fingers into the open wounds.
“Alaric.”
He jerked away from Evan's hand, but Evan grabbed his face, forced him to focus. “What is it?”
Alaric licked his lips and shook his head. “Mason.” He closed his eyes and scanned through the memory again. “He's alive. He's here.” He shook his head again and looked up at Evan. “He's…” He swallowed and forced himself back to Levar. “We have to get to him.”
Evan grabbed his arm. “We have to get to Shallon. That's why we're here.”
Alaric looked up at him. “I'm not leaving this place without Mason.” He couldn't. He had believed Mason died in
