“Stop.” I raised my hand, my migraine roaring back. “You will have a choice. One you must make. Choose out of selflessness, and the path is set. Choose vengeance, and well, the outcome will be devastating.” “Another damned prophecy?” I groaned, rubbing my brow. “Not a prophecy, a path, a choice. One only you can make.” “You literally just said that in different words.” I scowled,
