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It didn’t make sense. Where was everyone? The revenants came and took everyone? Even the soulless tziganes? But what about our warriors and magic users and Felix? Hadn’t they fought the revenants?
I looked around. There were no signs of a battle. No broken windows, no burned stones, no fallen lamps.
What the hell had happened?
The panic was back. My breathing came out in little rasps as my chest seized.
“No, no, no,” I muttered, still looking around as if I could conjure the tziganes and Felix back with a simple look.
Groaning, Artan stepped right in front of me and pointed his finger at my face. “This is all your fault.”
I gasped. “W-what?”
“Nothing but bad things happened to my people since you showed up.”
Kane slapped Artan’s hand away and positioned himself beside me. “What
