“Get a physician,” Gaia cried. Cradling Lukas’s head in her lap, she stared down at him. “Help is coming. Hold on, Lukas.”
“No time,” he gasped. “Poison.”
“Who did this, Lukas? Did you see?” Bardan knelt across from Gaia.
Lukas shook his head weakly. “No. I stepped out for some air. He was cloaked, waiting for me. I felt the dagger and grabbed for it, but...” Lukas gazed up at Gaia, sadness etched on his features. “I don’t think this will end well, little sister.”
“Shut up.” She forced a teasing smile through her tears. “It’s just a scratch. The physician will come, and you’ll be fine.”
“You will be a good queen,” he said. “But you are a terrible liar.”
“I don’t want to be queen.”
“I’m sorry, Gaia. So sorry.” His bioform dissolved, and the dark green of his astraform was almost completely hidden under jagged, gray bands. A few seconds later, even those dissipated, and he was gone.
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