Dacre’s father didn’t look back at him, instead, he looked to his son, then past him to Wren, before he finally looked back to me. “I have been wrong about a great many things.” His voice didn’t shake, not anymore. “And I was wrong about you.” His words slammed into my chest. “I was wrong about this rebellion.” The mark on my wrist felt like it was going to burn me alive, but I didn’t dare look away from Dacre’s father. Not as he moved forward, not as he bent a knee. A gasp ripped through the room as he pressed a fist to the ground and dropped his head slightly. “I will follow you into war.” I
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