It shattered on the stone floor of the temple stillroom, splashing her sandalled feet with mercia. Her toes promptly went numb. The acolyte of Loma, an older woman with a round face, scolded her and set her to cleaning up the mess. Sara obediently mopped up the syrup-like ...
So far, she and Julen had been doing all the stumbling, but the teasing comment on her lips died when she saw Lance’s face. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes looked glazed. “Lance? Are you well?” It seemed to take a moment for him to hear her question. “No,” he said heavily. “I have a fever. W...