“Is it true that my blood could have prevented this? That the bloodstones are powerful enough to stop him?” “It doesn’t matter, Maevyth,” he said, with a bitter amusement in his voice. “If preventing this plague means sacrificing your life, then I’ve no interest in saving everyone else. The whole world could perish of disease and famine, for all I care.” “Some would call that selfish.” I traced my finger over the deep ridge in his chest. “Then, I am selfish.”
