“Magnus!” She knelt down next to him and brushed the hair back from his cheek. “Your face. You’re hurt!” He swallowed. “It’s nothing.” “Where have you been?” “On a trip to Paelsia.” “You look...oh, Magnus.” Concern coated her words. She didn’t know what he’d done. What he’d been instructed to do. Retrieve Princess Kate and bring her back to Limeros. Such a simple task. Magnus had no doubt that his father never would have given it to him if he hadn’t been positive his son would succeed. But he’d failed. Lucia got up and returned a few moments later with a glass of water and a wet cloth. “Drink this,” she told him firmly. He drank. But the water only worked to wash away his numbness, making his pain that much more acute. Lucia cleaned his wound gently with the cloth. “What scratche

