Chapter 44 : Midnight Meetings

*Fynn*

It was the dead of the night. I could tell by the sinister red glow exactly who had summoned me from my sleep, and I was instantly short-tempered. It had been almost a full week of accompanying Sage into battle, and my nerves were nearly shot.

She was surprisingly handy in battle, and so I was thankful for that matter. She had developed a skill for healing, and Magnus and Ronan had really started helping her latch onto that. She was starting to be able to heal more and more impressive wounds, and sometimes even from short distances.

Still, that didn't stop me from worrying about her every day as we rode out. I should be returning to the frontlines soon, but I was struggling to leave her behind, and there was no way I'd be taking her with me.

The men were developing a respect and reverence for her that bordered on religious fervor. It was a strange thing to witness, and I wondered if they would ever see me that way. I was no saint, and I certainly was less capable when it