rising, his
mind and body exhausted, he worked nonstop on her,
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hoping, yet at the same time, he waited for her death. He
continued to pull the heat from her through his touch while
Calis poured the frozen liquid over her.
On the second rising, the ship docked. At the thud of the
gangplank connecting to a dock, he glanced at Calis. His first
mate’s haggard gaze met his. Paladin, his back aching,
nodded and said, “Send word to find a local mage.”
Calis looked at the suffering woman. He nodded and
departed. Paladin knelt next to the tub, leaning over the
brim. His hands, blue from the cold liquid, touched Seren
once more. His skin turned pink under the heat. A hopeless
sob escaped as he removed his hand. She was going to die
because of him. His selfish need to have her put her in this
situation. He’d never forgive himself for this. He lifted her
from the water and carried her to the bed. With efficient
strokes, he dried her before he pulled a light sheet over her.
Tears burned his eyes. In the middle of the night, his son
had stopped fighting. He sensed no movement, no life force
from him at all, yet the heat continued within Seren. After
effects? Had the babe given up or had his strength ebbed?
He studied the agony etched on Seren’s pale face. He
eased onto the bed beside her, pulling her into his arms. For
the first time since she’d fallen onto the deck, her restless
battle against the heat ceased. He tensed, waiting for her
next breath. He counted each one, hoping she would survive.
The door swung open and his first mate approached the
bed, alone. Paladin realized before his friend spoke what he
would say.
“They have no mage here, Sire. The nearest one is a day’s
flight to the north. I’ve ordered our immediate departure.”
Paladin curved tighter to Seren, holding her closer. She
would not make it to another morning. Her body might live,
but her mind would not.
“Very well,” he muttered. His gut felt like he’d swallowed
a hundred dragon stones. The heaviness wouldn’t abate. The
weight of this night sat on his shoulders and it became
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heavier as the guilt loomed closer. He could not escape it and
did not try. Seren’s condition was his responsibility alone. He
was the one who’d brought her here. He should have had
better control. What kind of monster was he to do this to
her?
His damnable wish. He desired a son, but not at the cost
of murdering the child’s mother. He groaned. If he had not
drunk so much, had not made his wish, the door would never
have appeared. But he had, and now he must pay penance
for his carelessness.
He laid his palm against her lower abdomen. A faint
stirring came to him. He waited. There—a slight movement.
He tilted his head toward Calis. “Leave us.”
The older man tripped over his feet in his hurry. Once the
door shut, Paladin turned his attention to his son. He
narrowed his eyes, his vision becoming all-seeing and
magical, a gift born of his dragon flesh. Focusing on the spot,
he saw past Seren’s skin and muscles to where the babe lay
attached to her womb. His son’s diminutive form resembled
more the namesake of his clan than anything human.
Paladin studied the fast beat of his tiny heart. The babe’s
head turned toward him. A pulse of supplication surged to
Paladin. In one beat of his tiny heart, Paladin understood
what the unborn child tried so desperately to do.
Without considering, Paladin centered his power to his
small son. He sent him the strength he needed to erect a
barrier between his dragonfire and Seren. The barrier
thickened and became wider. The babe swirled in the vortex
of magical dragon flames, but the fire remained contained
within the shell of his birth sack.
After several minutes, Paladin sensed the babe dozing.
The heat, which had flared nonstop in Seren, ebbed to
normal. He allowed one sob to escape before he shifted to his
human