“Oh, save it,” I snapped. “I don’t care about my healing, and don’t use that as an excuse. We both know you went down there to kill him.” He just stared at me, confirming everything without saying a word. I slammed my spoon down hard enough to break it. “It is not your vengeance to seek!” “Isn’t it?” he snapped back, meeting fire with fire as he always did. Never harsh or cruel, but never afraid. And a flicker of flame in me bent toward him and his indomitable will. “You didn’t just lose a sister, Dianna. I lost you in every way possible. He hurt you. He will pay for that whether or not you
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