He held my life in his hands. He had every chance to throw it away. My thumb grazes over Father’s tarnished pawn, my skin prickling as I back away from his body. I understand now, Father. With magic we die. But without it … My gaze drifts back to the dead man, to the hands gifted by the heavens, stronger than the earth. Orïsha cannot survive that kind of power.
So, even though he didn’t kill you… Smdh
