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Boas suffering from blood loss and teeks of food and water deprivation, and he grew confused by Lachlain's words Why had he mentioned that tomb?

"If you want to leave this place, you have to accept his help," Lachlain said, then added to Wroth, "Get one arave a short nod and stepped forward

"Doona touch me, vampire," Bowe snapped "I'll bloody stand on ritted out, "Why would anyone want to find that tomb?"

Wroth answered, "Because the players you trapped there, Lykae, never returned"

"What?" Bowe rasped as he indeed made it to his feet by himself Just before he lost consciousness

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"What the hell are you doing?" Lachlain snapped when he sae struggling to sit up in bed It'd been a mere day since he'd been delivered back to the Lykae compound in Louisiana

"Got somewhere I need to be," Bowe answered His tone eary, and yet there see excitement in his demeanor

"You're no' ready to go anywhere yet" Yesterday, before Bowe had come to, Lachlain had seen to it that all his injuries were debrided and dressed as best as was possible The a Besidesa hand and an eye, his torso had been pierced with so "You're in no shape to bearound so soon"

"Does no' matter"

"You'll reopen your wounds" The idea that Bowe had been able to keep fighting on in this condition was astonishing - if one didn't knohat he'd fought for But after such trials and then such a loss, Lachlain couldn't understand why Bowe hadn't stepped into that pit If Lachlain had lost his mate, Emma, not once but, in essence, twice, he'd have dived in within a heartbeat's tireat conjecture a me, cousin"

Lachlain exhaled "I doona understand you sos over the side of the bed, then gritted his teeth against an obvious stab of pain "If you have no' after twelve hundred years, then you never will"

Lachlain kneas right But then Bowe had always been singular a the clan

Like most Lykae, Boas impatient and hotheaded, yet he'd also been known to spend hour after hour patiently teaching bairns the fundaby, his favorite sport before Ah Boas always the first into a fight, eager to punish slights, once the battle was over he was also the first to forgive those slights

In the north of Scotland, winters could be harsh, with spring eagerly awaited by the clan, but Boays regretted seeing winter, his favorite season, fade Lachlain supposed he'd enjoyed it because it was stark like him