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Giordan heard Narcise&039;s screah hi back into the chamber without hesitation

Woodmore was crouched next to Narcise, as in a heap of twisted skirts and hair on the stone floor Even fro in agony Her silky dark hair dusted the floor, clung to her face and neck

"What is it?" he de note that Cezar still sat, alive, in his helpless position He saw the pike on the floor where it had rolled, and noticed the upended chair

And the stiff, terrified expression on Woodmore&039;s face "She stopped me," he told Giordan "She saved his life And now she&039;s"

But he needed to say nothing more, for Narcise&039;s low, tormented moans and the dead-white look on her face told Giordan everything

He shoved Wood Narcise into his arms She couldn&039;t die Not froiving her a gentle shake in an attempt to pull her fro to keep himself collected "Look atcoasps Her eyes were blank with pain, e he could do to help herbut he brushed the hair from her face and murmured, "Narcise Look atfro on the white light he&039;d found in his ht

He held it in his heart, in his ht him, and looked into Narcise&039;s fathomless violet eyes "Look at ht it, Narcise Fight him"

He didn&039;t know if she could hear hi the solid brown boots standing next to hiround as Chas stared down at theed If she could look at hiasped, and beneath his hand, he felt the pulsing rage of her Mark through the fabric of her clothing A ripple of shock flashed through hi, he tore away at the bodice of her gown as she agonized against hi her?

"My God," breathed Chas, kneeling next to theain when he saw her shoulder "It&039;s alive"

Like black veins, tiny black snakes, Lucifer&039;s Mark twisted and surged on her crea fro-for Narcise

Giordan didn&039;t know exactly what to do, but he knew he had to try He bent his head to the Mark

His lips touched the raging black weals and he felt the sharp, excruciating sting, the bolt of peace and light entle, absorbing the shock, taking on the pain Heworms, closed his eyes and prayed

Help me

"She&039;s ready," came the voice inside his head "Help her"

He pulled back, needing to look in her eyes Still covering the Mark with his hands, both of the her up, he lifted her so he could look into her eyes "Look at h pain-filled eyes, focused for a bare ht, warave it to her Their eyes met and he felt another bolt, a shaft of effort and then release surge through hiasped and looked at hiht of serenity Beneath his hand he felt a searing heat where Luce&039;s Mark thrived She screaed into unconsciousnessand then the writhing black veins collapsed

When Giordan looked at theain, he saw they had disappeared In their place were pure white linesthe battle won