Page 115 of Warlords, Witches & Wolves

She blinked at him, her brain working slower now. Warm blood flowed over her hands and together Kublai and Dagar helped her to lay down. She was dying. She’d seen similar injuries before and knew there was no recovery. Still she couldn’t see all that she’d worked so hard for be ruined. She gripped Dagar’s hand. “Peace.” Every word was torture.

“Hold on, Shuree.” He looked around and yelled, “Don’t we have a healer?”

She doubted any of the khans had used one of their precious warrior places on a healer.

“You can’t die, Shuree. I won’t let you.” The fierce determination on his face made her ache.

“I’ll find you on the endless steppes,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed.

“No!”

I can help,Ghalin said.We have a healer.

“Haven’t you done enough?” Dagar growled.

Shuree forced her eyes open. “Trust.”

A green dragon entered her field of vision.This will hurt,the female voice said.Take out the sabre.

Dagar and Kublai both hesitated. She was dying anyway. “Trust,” she repeated.

Dagar nodded and Kublai withdrew the blade. Sharp, slicing pain. Darkness claimed her.

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