The pain was unlike anything Lena had experienced.
It crashed over her in waves, building slowly like a storm on the horizon, peaking at a crescendo that stole her breath and made her see stars, then receding just enough for her to gasp and prepare for the next one. Each wave was stronger than the last, more intense, more overwhelming. She had faced armies without flinching. She had stood against Lilith's fury and the Forsaken's darkness. But this, this was something else entirely.
Kael held her hand, his grip gentle but firm, his golden eyes never leaving her face. He whispered encouragement, nonsense words, promises of everything and nothing. His warmth surrounded her, grounded her, reminded her that she was not alone. Caspian hovered nearby, his ancient face pale with worry, his cool
