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Chapter Thirty Eight

“My Prince!” 

Chris frowned to himself. He was quite happy asleep, who was shouting?

“My Prince, where have you been?” 

A shard of agnosing flame ripped through his skull, he groaned. He wasn’t in pain while he was asleep. He much preferred sleep. 

“Are you OK?” the female voice had got much closer. He heaved himself onto all fours, feeling warm soil beneath his fingers. 

Why was he outside?

His splitting headache had caused a fog, he couldn’t remember anything. His chest was burning, his limbs felt heavy but not too bad. A strange taste in his mouth. He tried to take stock if he were injured but couldn’t fe

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