We might not be able to win this war. I might not be good enough to win this war. But if I had to lose, I could lose obstinately, as stubborn as that fist trying to push its way through a hand that would never let it. And if that was the best option I had left … I yanked back my arm, away from Creon’s hand, and drew in the deepest breath I’d taken all day. It wiped something clean within me, that breath, not unlike the way my storm of red magic had levelled the forest around us – cutting through obstacles rooted so deep I hadn’t thought it would be possible to move them at all. Damn it all. If
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