thankfully there’s no cut on her folded arms. “Tell me, did you choose this path yourself?” The priestess brings her weathered gaze to mine. “My mother—” I start, but then I remember every time Dain tried to get me out of the quadrant, and I face forward as he and Xaden approach their opponents to negotiate weapons. “I chose my life.” “Ah, then it is good we did not complete your dedication.”
