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I let a relieved breath escape beside the unease that saturated the air. I was certain they had heard me screaming, but they did not speak of it as we all stood in the uncomfortable space.
â"So you came here," Cyrus remarked, voice still strained.
âI just nodded, making sure to take it all in to solidify my decision even with the ashes still staining my palm and fingers.
âKaleb's gruff voice filled the space, edged with some nerve. "So it's really tomorrow."
âHe tiptoed around it, but I pierced the point without flinching. "She dies tomorrow as we have always known she would."
âKaleb nodded, thick brows dropping over eyes filled with confliction.
âBefore, I would have reacted with disgust that the Scion of Wrath showed any type of trepidation. But I knew the truth nowâat least part of itâso I understood just how innate and powerless he was to the forces of emotion and memory, even if forgotten or smothered under the weight of cosmic power.
