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Piaras flashed a s the coeds swoon "It’s a burden I bear"

"I’ you?"

"Here"

I blinked "What?"

"Sir Vegard ordered uard, Vegard Rolfgar had been shot, tortured, and attacked by de froor, but Mychael had e of the evacuation

With a life of their own, or I don’t care who--"

Piaras grinned and held up a hand "Vegard wants me to see you safely to the mirror room and then report back to him" He stopped and half winced, the sudden e hiain "He ordered "

I narrowed et oblin army

Piaras stepped forward "Uh… he told ed me Hard My feet left the floor soard had Piaras stand in for hiard probably would’ve cracked a couple of o, I suddenly realized that hug wasn’t just froard I wrapped ainst his shoulder and fiercely returned his hug If I didn’t make it back, this could be the last time I’d ever see him My eyes sith sudden tears

Piaras started to put me down

"No, no Wait" I sniffed and tried for a srabbed both sides of Piaras’s head and planted a big kiss on his forehead, and then hugged hiard, either

The Guardians behind us snickered

Piaras blushed to the tips of his pointed ears "I’ll just tell him about it, if you don’thi it , so I’d take help nohile I could get it

Every Guardian we passed on our way to thefast Either that or they were already there and standing guard To a rim and determined expression I didn’t knoas behind souarded, but I almost felt sorry for anyone who tried to find out

I had tostrides "After seeing me to the mirror room, what next?"

"Pardon?"

"Your orders What are they?"

"Once you’re all safely through, I guard that mirror until you coet into thenap and waking up in a small cell"

Piaras could do it; I had no doubt--and neither did any of the hundred or so Guardians he’d accidently put to sleep after he’d been here only a few days Piaras was a spellsinger, probably the best of his generation His voice was a deep, rich baritone--and a weapon As far aswasn’t all that rare, but Piaras’s level of skill was Rare, powerful, and deadly

I had a thought I didn’t like, but it was a possibility, a very unpleasant one