Vesryn reared back. “Nothing. I’m not requiring anything of you.” Jassyn blinked. “Then—” “Your life doesn’t belong to the realm anymore. Do with it what you will.” Vesryn gave a dismissive wave, like he didn’t just reconstruct Jassyn’s reality. Jassyn dropped into his chair, his legs buckling. Bracing his elbows on the desk, he drew his fingers through his hair. His throat closed around the air lodged in his chest. Engulfed with a spectrum of overwhelming emotions, he didn’t even know how to process the moment. He went numb, feeling as if he were treading on ice, threatening to shatter.
