I couldn’t fathom the idea of Turah without the Guardian. I’d been in this kingdom for nearly two months, and somehow, he’d become the center of this new life. The axis I seemed to orbit. He saw me in a way that no one else had ever tried. He didn’t stifle my sarcasm or snide remarks. He teased me about the questions, but lately, he’d indulged my curiosity the way he did Evie’s. He gave me the freedom to be myself. To stop hiding. He was a man who’d follow me off the cliff, who’d jump at my side, not pull me away from its edge. He couldn’t die. I refused to believe that was his only fate.
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