Ghia let out a small sound that could have been a laugh or a sigh. "Yes, it is. Which is why he is so torn now. But you have a longer claim than I, Yarrow, so for now, yours will prevail." She gazed at him fondly. "Sooner or later, though, he will leave. He will come back for me, and if he comes back alone, he will die." Ghia fell silent, sadness on her face.
Yarrow looked from healer to medic, a cold lump settling into her stomach. "Do your Magi powers include prophecy, Ghia?"
A small shake of her head. "No. I just know Jules too well." Suddenly she got up and walked over to where the horses were tethered. "They're tired," she said, running her hands down Pyrrhus' flank. "You won't get far tomorrow."
"I know," Yarrow said. They'd run out of time before even reaching Atton.
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