If she knew I prayed to Pluto to put a loop curse on her that day in Thornhall—that I cursed the knight who led the attack on my mother’s home—to relive many lives until I was satisfied with killing them repeatedly for punishment, could she forgive me? I didn’t know my precious little godling was the knight I’d slain twenty times. Evil and vengeful as I am, I couldn’t willingly kill the only being that has plagued my mind for the last thirty years. And yet I did. Many. Many times.
