I looked back toward the hallway, thinking of the dark corner of the hall where Damar had tucked himself in. He had sucked the poison out of a male he despised, spent his own energy to force the medicine into Thalor's veins, and then simply… walked away.
I could already tell he wasn't doing well, and the last thing I wanted right now was to leave him to his thoughts.
"I'll be back," I whispered to Fenric, squeezing Thalor's limp hand one last time before standing up.
I walked back down to the main hall. It was already empty. Solin and Talia did a good job and led everyone out.
I was glad.
But it wasn't exactly empty. There were still the dead bodies waiting to be destroyed and Damar.
He was still there, leaning his forehead against the cold stone pillar. He looked like a man who had given everything he had and was waiting for the world to stop tilting.
