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A sob broke through my throat, and my vision cleared as the madness loosened its grip on me. I rushed to his cell and shook the bars.
“Kane!” I called, but he didn’t move. His head was drooped forward, and his toes barely touched the ground. Another set of chains wrapped around his ankles.
By Saint Sara-la-Kali, what had they done to him?
Invoking my power, I grasped the bars and melted portions of it. Then, I kicked on the weak parts and the rest of the bars fell to the ground with a clank.
“Kane,” I whispered, cupping his face. His head was heavy on my hands. Another sob choked me. I placed a hand over his chest and waited. His heartbeat was slow and faint. I didn’t have much time.
I stood on tiptoes and tried reaching for the chains around his wrists, but he was too tall for me.
