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She held him tightly against her, kneeling by his side, desperately kissing his face, not caring about his wounds or disfigurement.

"My lady… don’t cry, please, don’t cry…" The salty taste rolled over his cracked lips, the beat of that heart against his chest giving him strength, and her lips offering infinite warmth.

Even so, Silas kept a wary eye on the Selenia nearby.

He didn’t trust her; his lady should have escaped. He feared for her life.

He wanted to push himself again; he could