" Rolling flat onto his back, Drake shuddered. Then he inhaled deeply. He stared up at the night sky. " We're going to win," he said, his voice calmer, less strained. " This is nothing. Keep going. They can't stop us. Jason, give Rachel the necklace. Tell her . . . tell her I'm sorry. Tell her . . . I wanted . . . to show her . . . my little valley. Tell her I tried." His voice was growing weak. Farfalee smoothed a hand over his brow. " Shhh," she whispered. " Be still, Drake. You can rest now. You did it. Rest. We'll take it from here." " Failie," he whispered, his hand twitching toward the back of his neck with little jerks. " Where's my seed?" His head tipped sideways. The breath went out of him. "