With his hands curled into fists around chunks of his hair, Isegrim stared helplessly down at Kaethe and Mike. They couldn’t be dead, Mike had to protect her, they couldn’t be dead, but the odd angling of their necks told the guardian that they couldn’t be sleeping, either. What had happened ( Read more... )

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