All at once, Zeph was free of the supernatural restraints that had held him. He bolted off the bed and whipped into the elements, already flying, already tracking.
His soul screamed to the heavens, thunder rumbling across the night sky in a low, eerie lament. Some part of his consciousness sensed Chrysander's summons, but he couldn't stop, couldn't think about anything other than his beloved.
She was dying.
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