Chapter 17

Brandon watched as the prayer session was put together, right outside the palace. It was freezing cold, and with every minute, it simply got colder. He gave a small sigh. Conaan got even paler and paler, and his body even weaker. The healer had checked on him over twice, adding more incense. His room was now filled with smoke, milky in color with a strong smell.

The windows were open, and he now took a breath only once every hour.

Eleanor swallowed as she tried to reach the only source of light in the dungeon. It was a window high up, almost over two feet above her head. It was far too small, and she would need a knife to break the bars.

She swallowed as she jumped again, then suddenly felt a a pair of hands on her waist.

She turned and Conaan was standing there, his hand warm agaisnt her waist, his smile small as he watched her.

"I think I could reach it for you. Say the words, and I will."

Her breath faltered as her eyes swept over his