don’t care!” Loki boomed across me, haggard now, and ill. “Only know that you don’t need the truth. The truth didn’t set you free. It was a lie. You didn’t see your mother die. You weren’t in the room. You weren’t even in Roma Hall that day.” “What?” “I lied to you.” “What . . .” “Hate, courage, fear . . . all lies. Don’t look for reasons. Do what you feel. Not what you feel to be right—just what you feel.” “I have the scar . . .” My free hand moved toward my chest where Edris’s sword had caught me that day. “You did that climbing a fence.” “You lying bast—” “Yes, I know. Now hurry up could
...more
