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“What’s more human than sacrifice?”
“Sel wouldn’t do that,” I interject. I may not know what a descended cambion looks like up close, but I refuse to believe Sel capable of that level of cruelty. I can’t believe it. I won’t believe it. Hesitation crosses Larkin’s face, but only briefly. “The Selwyn you know is gone, Scions. This is where my distance from the situation is a benefit. I know that—” “You don’t know Sel.” Nick’s jaw clenches. “He sacrificed his humanity to bring Bree home.”
“To answer your question, I will not pursue Bree, because even if she is with an enemy, I know that she will survive—which is a far better fate than what awaits her here.”
“Briana Matthews cannot be the only voice that speaks against you.” Nick’s face turns derisive. A bright fury, rising beneath his skin. “Not when she bears our burdens for us and goes so unprotected. Not when you erase her humanity to guard your own power and protect your own whiteness.”
If death is the price of being the right chosen one at the right time.
Sometimes you need another voice to press itself into you and remind you that you’re right to say the scary thing, even if that scary thing is absolutely true.
I began to say something else—to thank him, maybe, for taking care of Nick and Bree, but Sel had already turned away. His Kingsmage gaze shifted between Bree, his new king, and Nick, his old one. His liege and his bonded. And I realized that I had nothing else to offer there. That I had done enough. That Selwyn had them both.
If my worry keeps me close to his side a bit more frequently as every week passes, then I think that’s more than fair. If he notices my proximity, my tendency to walk closer to him than I do to Nick, which I know he does, he does not comment on it. In fact, he seems to encourage it. Even now.
“Lancelot was the most powerful knight of the Table, second only to Arthur Pendragon,” Donovan says, his tone anything but harmless. “Perhaps Merlin knew that there could come a day when the Scion of Arthur’s leadership had gone astray, and that a power should arise not to support the king… but to oppose her.”
oh i see what this is setting up…. everyone is going to think bree is evil because they don’t know she’s preparing to kill the shadow king
“Bree?” A quiet voice interrupts us. The Black girl behind Ava and Zoe is my height, a little older than me, with long box braids and round golden glasses over her mask. Her dress is a rich velvet red and gold, and resting on her chest is a solid black pendant on a leather cord that catches my eye—then holds
“Zoe’s right. Vera couldn’t have known, but neither could I. I haven’t been through what you’ve been through, Bree. No one has. You’ve been alone in so much of this.” My eyes burn when she steps closer to me again. Takes my hands again. “I don’t think I want to be,” I admit. “Not anymore.” “What do you want to be?” It’s only six words. One single question. But it feels impossible to answer.
When I finally whisper, “And if I want to burn it all to the ground?” His answer is a quick grin against my lips. “My blade is yours.”