A Bond so Fierce and Fragile (Compelling Fates Saga Book 3)

He still lay there beneath her, chest unmoving and face serene, the bloodied sword beside him and the wound it had caused still oozing blood, pumping it from his gut, and Lessia fought another cry weaving its way up her throat. Please take care of her.” The salty breeze shifted into a worryingly familiar one, and Lessia’s magic faded away with every whiff of iron-tinged stale air. And stop using Merrick’s voice,” Lessia warned, sensing her magic flicker to life, her eyes reflecting strangely onto the white wall before her. Finally, finally, the sobs softened, and she pulled a breath into her hurting throat.