Pieces of Faegan’s chair lay scattered acrossthe floor, some of them lying in pools of blood. The laboratory wasspacious. I understand the need for you to live—at least until I havefound a way to reclaim the stone. The Paragon and its gold chain lifted free from the vial.
“It is done,” Yasmin whispered. Tiny pinpricks of color could be seen here and there—war banners, heguessed. Tristan found the glowing eyes boring into his brain again. “Follow me!” he ordered.
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