Dane’s groans deepened as night thickened around them. Seraphina couldn’t stand it anymore. “We move,” she said, sharper than she intended.
Bren raised his head. “Where?”
“To this exile,” Seraphina answered, locking her gaze on Liora. “You said he knows how to sever bonds like this. Where is he?”
Liora hesitated. “It’s two days east, maybe more. Through the thorn valleys. We’ll never make it while carrying him in this state.”
“Then we make it,” Seraphina said. Her voice left no room for argument, though inside, doubt rose. Dane’s fever was climbing fast, shadows spreading through his veins. Two days might as well be a lifetime.
Killian stood slowly, arms crossed, his eyes glinting in the firelight. “So that’s your choice. Not the mask.”
Her jaw clenched. “The mask isn’t a choice. It’
