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I wanted to follow them back to the temple and demand they tell me everything, but Lukas was leaning against the wall looking unusually pale. I couldn’t just leave him. So, I rushed to the nearby well, filled a bucket with water, and brought it to him.
“Drink this.” I handed him a ladle full of cool water. He didn’t say a word as he took it from me.
“Are you okay?”
He took a long drink before he answered. “Yeah.”
“Are you sure?” I’d never seen Lukas look so helpless. Fighting in the Sanctuary was rare. When it did happen, it was usually after a long night of drinking, which turned into a wrestling match. Lukas, being the strongest, was usually the one who broke it up.
“I’m sure,” he said, rubbing his throat.
“Good.” Now that I knew he was going to be all right, the betrayal I’d fe
