“Jesse, Jesse, talk to me,” Lukas begged in a voice edged with fear. “Please, mi’calaech, open your eyes.”
Faolin’s steely voice rang out, making me flinch. “I said stand back. Do not make me say it again.”
Warm hands cupped my face. “That’s it, Jesse.”
I coughed and immediately winced at the sharp pain in my head. “Ow,” I groaned. “Who hit me?”
“The mountain,” Faris said in a teasing voice. “She’s okay, Vaerik.”
Opening my eyes, I stared up into Lukas’s dark ones. “You guys really know how to throw a party.”
Male laughter came from nearby, and Lukas’s mouth softened into a smile that made me forget about my throbbing headache.
“A healer will be here shortly, Jesse,” Faris said. “Do you hurt anywhere besides your head?”
“No.” I moved my arms and legs, and everything worked. “All go
