"You have to," she pleaded with him. The foot that she had raised set itself down.
"Who. . . are you--" The female sucked in a breath, closed her eyes, clearly having trouble with the words. "Who are you to bring news and then just. . . tell me you can't?" She'd begun to spit as she spoke, the shaking moving to her head now, which bobbed with the sharp intake of breath.
"Don't tell me you can't!"
"Yaariq." Her mates voice, trying to be steeled for all the uncertainty in his mind, turned alarmed when she buckled and sank into the ground. He instinctively tried to grab her neck to keep her on her feet, but it was a useless action.
"I think you should go," he told Ufisadi.
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