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“How long will this last?” Alex spoke up.
Tristan grasped my hands in his and smiled at me. “Perhaps a moment, perhaps a lifetime, but I shall enjoy this memory till the end of my days.”
Alex trotted up to my side and glared at Tristan. “Like a bandage over a bleeding sword wound. I don’t trust it.”
A bitter look slipped onto Tristan’s lips. “I expect you to protect your mistress, even against myself, but the fit is over. For now, at the very least.”
A groan made us look to the ground. Charlie stirred and his eyes fluttered open. He raised his head and looked around. “Wha-? What happened?” He tried to sit up, but his arms shivered under his weight and he fell back to the ground.
Tristan furrowed his brow and strode over to the young man. He knelt by his side and examine
