My heart hammered. Sven moved, pulling out his hand crossbow and loading it, using both arms. XXX “Oh, no.”
“I’m fine,” I lied through the pain. I wanted to unite the three of us in passion. “She’s not making sense.”
“Kora.”
My Sven appeared, my brother whom I loved far more than I should. The pain echoed through the trees, my sister sobbing, cradling her broken arm as Zanyia struggled to support her. A nasty one ran across her left breast, half-tearing off her nipple. “I told him you were sick, but he insisted I make you presentable and—”
The door to my bedchamber opened. I landed in an elm tree, staring down at the humans hiding in the bush, my head cocked to the side as the trio rose from the brush, relief on




















