Zen said nothing, too afraid to look up, for he had spoken unthinkingly and now he risked the fate he’d always feared.
“Come with me.”
Those same rough hands pulled Zen to his feet, the world spinning far worse than before, as Lewis hauled him from the chapel and toward the wing of the temple reserved for healing.
The large room was quiet but full of recovering victims from recent attacks, most of the wounded asleep, while a few priests watched over them. Against the far wall were the bodies of those who hadn’t survived, soon to be taken out and buried or burned.
That was where Lewis brought Zen, where there were six fresh corpses—no, seven, because two were children laid end to end—all elves, and one of them was…
Jax.
Zen’s stomach sank. He couldn’t move and nearly tripped when Lewi
