Rage was a rumble in my chest that rose to my tongue, shouting that she can’t be serious. I stood before her, fought the urge to cup her face, and told her she cannot enter another set of Trials. I simply wouldn’t let her risk everything for a kingdom that would rather see her die. But I should know better than to give Paedyn Gray an order. She is not one of my soldiers, after all. No, she is so much more.
