Three weeks after they leave, the healer comes to me."We need to talk," she says. Face grim."About?""The rejected mates. Kieran and Caius." She sits. Hands folded. "I've been monitoring them from a distance. Tracking their vital signs through magic. They're not doing well."My stomach drops. "What do you mean not well?""Broken mate bonds are fatal if not properly managed. The rejected mates need distance. Time. Healing. But even with all that, some don't survive.""You're saying they're dying?""I'm saying they're declining. Fast. Faster than normal. The bond breaking was traumatic. They're not recovering the way they should.""How long do they have?""Weeks. Maybe a month. Then the damage becomes irreversible. Then they die."The room spins. No. No, this wasn't supposed to happen. The witch said exile. Said separation. Not death."There has to be something," I say. "Some way to save them. Some treatment. Some magic.""There is one way. But it's dangerous. Forbidden. Hasn't been a
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