Fifty-one:
Prince Raoul
Pain.
Pain was ripping through me. Not pleasurable, either, despite having been with Reina moments earlier. It had started when I was asleep. I woke to it feeling like it was tearing through my chest.
One single thought echoed through my mind. Conan.
“Raoul?” Reina’s voice brought me back into the room, as did the gripping of her hand on my shoulder. “Is everything okay?”
“Conan,” I said.
Reina raised an eyebrow. “Did he get Catesby?”
I shook my head. “He’s dead.”
“How do you know?” Reina asked.
I glowered. “I could feel what the bastard did to him. He tore him apart, limb from limb, and then…then there was fire.”
“Fire?”
