Chapter Eighteen
Koorgan drained his glass again and placed it on the bar. His hands curled around the glass before he turned and hurled crystal goblet into the fireplace. The sound of shattering glass reverberated through the room. Koorgan turned and gripped the edge of the bar, bending forward as pain, grief, and an overwhelming sense of helplessness coursed through his body.
He closed his eyes when Gant placed his untouched drink down next to him and reached out to grip his shoulder. Taking in a shuddering breath, he straightened and turned to look at his friend with tortured eyes. Gant returned his look with one of deep concern.
“What happened?” Gant quietly asked.
“The magic – it didn’t last. I held her and watched as she shrank before my eyes. I have never felt so helpless in all
