His name was Theo.

Tears stung her eyes. She sank her knees next to the sleeping bench and gently raked strands of golden hair from him forehead.”Don’t you die. don’t you dare. I forbid it.” As if Han Alister...

If he even survives.” She shivered, and Amon put his arm around her, drawing her into his steady warmth.”It’s that bad?”Raisa nodded. “He looked…he looked awful, Amon. Willo doesn’t know if he’ll…She’s worried about him....

One bachelor is an irritation. Ten thousand bachelors are a war.