LOREN
Loren kept healing, and healing, and healing. He reached into depths he didn’t know he had, desperate to save Remi from the Launceleyn’s mistake. Once again, the summoner’s actions might have cost the other man everything, and the librarian felt tears spring to his eyes as he lost speech, lost coherence, lost pretty much everything but the magic and the feel of the fragile body beneath Loren’s fingers. This had to work. It had to.Luckily, the raccoon relaxed, then moved, and the Launceleyn felt relief course through him. Still, the panic gripped him in its clutches, and he fell back, releasing the alchemist. Loren found himself sitting on the ground, shaking and trembling, sheer terror at what he’d almost done chasing away his ability to think. Beyond that, a bone-deep exhaustion had settled in his limbs from a combination of fear and the magic.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
