“You put them back on for me?” “I make all of my stupid decisions for you,” the queen said in an irritated voice, but her lips were smiling. “I told you before, Bexa. You’re the one I chose to keep. I hated being queen and thought the war was pointless. I knew we were all doomed to be slaves forever no matter which side won, so I didn’t care if Gilgamesh caught us or not. You cared, though, and I care about you.
