C344 THE KING'S HEART

"Do not move. If you move, the bone will not set right, and I will have to start again," Elara warned, her voice tight with the strain of her own gift.

The Young Prince let out a sound that was half-hiss, half-soar of agony. He was stripped to the waist, his back pressed against a row of rotting, leather-bound books. They were deep in the belly of an old library