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you sure there’s nothing I can do for you?”
    “Just stay with me until Blaze arrives. I don’t like to be this vulnerable.”
    “You aren’t. I have no intention of leaving your side.”
    Finally, it looked as if someone was coming through the portal. The figure wore a cloak of dark crimson. When he came through the gateway he landed on his feet.
    “Greetings, Wizard. I am here to see my cousin. Please, stand aside.”
    “Well, I see you and your cousin share some of the same personality traits.
    You’re both curt and to the point when you are on a mission.”
    She gave him a wane smile.
    “Dragon Nightshade, nasty bit of business that is.” Blaze shook his head, fire flashing in his cognac brown eyes.
    Dylan stood up, allowing Blaze to gain access to Grania. Blaze stooped over,
    gently feeling her forehead.
    “Hmm … you’ve been injected with quite a lot of Dragon Nightshade. You’re
    forehead is clammy and cold to the touch ....”
    “And I’m burning up inside ....” Her breath caught on her last word.
    “Indeed. The bastards that did this to you—where are they? I will tear the both of them new hides.” He sighed. “Unfortunately, I don’t have any dragon shifter tears on me. Fortunately, for you, I have a ready supply right here.” He tapped his temple.
    “So, your tears will heal her?”
    “They will draw the last vestiges of the poison out of her system, enabling her natural healing gene to kick in—then, she should be right as rain by dawn.”

    DRAGON’S HEART Marly Mathews 170
    “You can just turn on the waterworks?”
    “I have a lot to mourn for—many of my friends perished in the assault today. It was grave indeed.” His voice almost broke.
    Dylan could only imagine the sort of strain he was under at the moment.
    Watching his world crumbling around him while he was fighting to stop it was the worst nightmare he could possibly think of.
    “Perished? Grania has showed me tonight that your kind isn’t quite as
    invulnerable as we witches and wizards thought—but from the tales of my childhood, your kind was always portrayed as being nigh unstoppable.”
    “When we are facing you wizards and witches, we are a formidable fighting
    force. You don’t know the special ways to hurt or kill us,” Blaze explained.
    “Then, why do you need me? If you can be hurt and killed so badly, why can’t
    you just handle this on your own?” She made a strangling noise. He walked to the other side of the bed. “You should start crying, Blaze. She’s fading away.” Reaching for her hand, he gripped it tightly. Raising it to his lips he kissed her. She shivered in reaction to his touch.
    “Before I, as you say put on the waterworks, I will have you know that I am not easily brought to tears.”
    “He isn’t trying to imply that you are a coward, Blaze. Don’t be a ninny. He just wants to know why we can’t put an end to this civil war.”
    “Let’s equate this civil war to England’s civil war. The Royal House is falling—
    by the time I get back there’s no telling what will have happened to the Palace. Even if the monarchy falls, we will rise again. The battle for Dragonia might almost be over, but the war—the war is far from over. The Royalists will never give up.”
    Her face had turned ashen white. “I hadn’t realized it was going that badly.”
    “There was no need for you to know the full extent of it, Grania. I know how
    much this hurts you. Mother didn’t want you to know.”
    “Blood against blood … it is madness. Sheer madness.” She shivered again.
    “Get on and cry or I swear, I’ll give you full reason to!” Dylan shouted,
    exasperated by the way Blaze was drawing out the healing process.
    “The scars of war are never pretty.” Blaze brushed his hand over her wound. He watched as the skin started to heal. Before the skin healed completely, he leaned toward her. Tears glistened in his eyes.
    Dylan tried craning his neck around so he could see the entire