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“If they don’t turn up, the High Reeve’s sent to hunt them down,
“You think it was an accident that we hated sponsored students like you? If we hadn’t, how would they have kept you so lonely and desperately grateful to them?”
“Ferron always comes for me,” she whispered.
“I have warned you, if something happens to you, I will personally raze the Eternal Flame. That isn’t a threat. It is a promise. Consider your survival as much a necessity to the Resistance as Holdfast’s. If you die, I will kill every single one of them.”
A bizarre thing for an iron alchemist to have.
“You’re like a rose in a graveyard,” he said, and his lips twisted into a bitter smile. “I wonder what you could have turned into without the war.”
She’d slipped through his walls and peeled away the defensive layers of malice and cruelty, and found that there he carried a broken heart.
“You’re mine,” he said against her lips, his fingers sliding along her throat, tangling in her hair, holding her fast as he dragged her nearer.
“You’re mine. I’ll always come for you.” He always did.
She was a non-active member of the Order of the Eternal Flame and did not fight.
