The Strength of the Few (Hierarchy, #2)

by James Islington

“Lanistia?” I frown at her. “What’s wrong?” She bares her teeth at me. It’s not anger. It’s confusion. Desperation. “Complete the journey, warrior,” she says sorrowfully.

AHHHH I GOT CHILLS

I ache at the thought, but there’s a hope in it too. A fresh start. No Hierarchy. No ceding. No lies. “Diago,” I eventually rasp, pointing to myself weakly. “Diago.”

yessssss be who u r for ur prideeeeeeee