The third day of the Vigil was the hardest.The sun felt personal. It beat down on the courtyard like a hammer, turning the air into a shimmering haze of heat and dust.Oreon sat slumped against the bamboo cage. His lips were cracked and bleeding. His skin, usually a healthy tan, was burned raw, peeling on his nose and shoulders. He hadn't drunk water in hours, refusing every drop until Eltonia drank first.Inside the cage, Eltonia was weeping silently."Alpha," she croaked. Her voice had become a dry rasp. She reached through the bars so her fingers brushed the sweat-soaked hair at the nape of his neck. "Please. You are burning. Go to the shade."Oreon turned his head sluggishly. He pressed his cheek against her fingers, seeking the meager comfort of her touch."I am fine," he lied, his voice sounding like gravel. "I am... acclimating.""You are dying," she sobbed softly. "For me. Why? I am just a servant. I am just... Eltonia."Oreon opened his eyes. He looked at her through the sla
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