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voice broke the silence.
              “Logan?”
          I looked up and smiled with involuntary relief. “You knew?”
              He sat down beside me, grinning at me as he took my hand. “Rose just told us she suspected – the blood on your clothes when you were wounded had gone a funny color...but don't worry. If you were a pixie I'd have smelled you from the corridor.” The bags under Logan's eyes testified to many worried and sleepless nights, but somehow he still managed to look like the bright morning sun – radiant and energetic. His joy at my recovery was clear in his eyes – as he took my hand, I could feel the warmth of his skin coursing through me, comforting me. I was a little less frightened now.
              Rose turned an even brighter shade of red; her face now resembled little so much as a tomato from the Summer Valley farms. “I've – uh – got to go get the King...” she stumbled over her words. “Make sure he knows she’s awake....”
              She nearly tripped over a bronze statue of Calthon as she exited the room. Logan took my hands in his and looked up at me smilingly. “Hello there, Bree.” He pushed the hair out of my eyes, lightly tapping me on the nose to make me smile. “Not panicking too much, I hope.”
              “I don't know...” I admitted. “The Dark Sorceress sounds like a pretty powerful person...”
              “Not to worry.” Logan squeezed my hand. “We'll get her. We'll fix you. We'll get through this – just as we always do.” He sighed heavily. “Oh, Bree – I was so worried about you when Clariss stabbed you. I kept torturing myself, thinking what if I had prevented it? What if I had seen it coming – to throw myself in the dagger's path. Instead I tried to save her, to talk her down. I should have known she was evil – I should have known to watch our back. Instead I saw Clariss, just this girl we grew up with back in high school, not some horrible Dark Sorceress...I just didn't really put two and two together...”
              “Clariss...” I thought back to the mountainside; I could feel the wound in my stomach burning with the memory of its pain. “What happened to her? After she stabbed me, I mean...”
              “She just...vanished,” Logan mused. “Disappeared into smoke. We couldn't even go after her – although we did try to look, we could find no trace of her. So we thought we had to find someplace for you to recover. Rose was able to heal you temporarily, but you still seemed sick. You started turning pale; your body would get ice-cold. Alistair suggested we make a stop in Autumn Springs to cure you. Better than letting word get out in Feyland that their Queen was ill. Plus, this is an incredible powerful place for magic – some of the best alchemists and medicine fairies in all of Feyland come from here. And if anyone can help you or heal you, it would be the people of Autumn Springs...”
              “So!” A rumbling, kind voice echoed through the room. “Is the Queen up – is that so?” I turned to see the source of this great booming voice: it belonged to an affably handsome middle-aged man with pale blonde hair and shining eyes. A moment's glance told me enough – this man had to be Alistair's uncle. The two looked almost identical: only age separated the older Duke's features from his young nephew's.
              “Breena!” Another voice sounded through the door – this time a familiar one that made my heart leap with joy. Kian rushed through the threshold, sheer love and longing on his face. He ran to me, enveloping me in his arms, kissing me passionately. I stiffened automatically. I couldn't hold back a shiver. Suddenly, Kian felt icy cold to the touch – his skin froze and burned at the same time. I recoiled instinctively, violently, pushing him away.
              “What was that?” Kian looked at me,