“If I die, she dies,” Tiras said, just like he’d said the day he took me from my father’s keep. I’d confessed so easily. I’d told the king my secret, my father’s secret, and he used it without compunction. I refused to release the words that bubbled inside me. The king would not have my words. He was no different from my father; neither loved me and both used me for their own purposes. I suddenly hated them both with a fury that blinded me.
OOOOOOFFFF, DAMN THIS TENSIONN. Yeah SCREW HIM. We love a book that doesnt excuse this shit just cause a guy is hot
