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“Not all monsters are born from the gods, my queen. Some of us were made.”
“I hate you.” It should have broken the moment. It should have pissed him off. But he stared at me like I was something to behold. Something to cherish. Something to protect. “Yes, you do,” he said. “Don’t forget.” “Never.” There was no such thing as forgetting a man like the Guardian. Not for me. Still, once we reached Ellder, I would try.
“When I am nothing but dust and ash, Turah will endure. I do not need a crown. And I have made peace with my destiny. But before I step into my grave, my choice is you.” He dropped a kiss to my temple, his fingers tracing along my jaw as his hand fell from my face. Then he stepped away, about to disappear into the night. “Sleep well, my queen.” My choice is you. I was his choice. Above all else.
