“Don’t do this, Kitt—” A sword sings as it’s pulled from a sheath. Kitt’s responding growl echoes through the courtyard. “Get out of my head.” His blade sinks into my father’s chest. I blink and the world spins to a sudden, jolting stop. Blood gushes from the wound in Calum’s chest as his king callously yanks the blade from his body. I watch those blue eyes widen on Kitt, then flicker with fleeting life.
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