“I thought you liked that about me,” I said, fighting the ache in my chest. Eryx studied me a moment. Silent. Green eyes held my stare, and I couldn’t look away. “That is why it hurts, Ax,” he admitted in a crestfallen tone. “Your soul is pure and your mind—although not strong in battle strategy—is keen in other areas. I admire the way you see the world with such compassion. With such light.” He averted his gaze. “However, one day the light you carry will be snuffed out by darkness. I dread the moment when the gentleness in your brown eyes becomes cold as you see, at last, that the world is
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