Chapter Forty-Five
Zeev POV “Cael!” I yelled, shoving the door open across the hall from the room I was in. Harlee lay with Cael in her arms, and even from here, I could see it. He had given it all. His little body looked feverish, each breath a chore. “No.” I mumbled, moving numbly to their sides. I fell to my knees, pulling Cael into my arms. He let out a ragged sigh and I shamelessly burst into tears. I never wanted this. I never would have asked for this. Falling was nothing compared to this pain. “Why son? Why?” I moaned, holding his small body to my chest. If I could will any life back into my son at all, I would, but this body was too newly put back together, and there was nothing it could give. Even as I shoved at the Grace, urging it to move, it wouldn’t go, preservation of self fir
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