He had the right to chart his own course. But so did I. Besides, I had mutiny in my bones. “I have my own course to chart,” I said. My heart was pounding, but the rhythm was sure. “And it leads me straight to you.” “I look forward to it, then,” he said. “For I am not an easy man to catch. Beloved.” Beloved. I would find another way. I would bleed, break, bargain with every ounce of chimeric in my veins if I had to. I would find him. I would save him. I would release him from his life of duty and remorse. Besides, deep called to deep. We were runechasers both. We would find each other because
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