But if Kilorn is standing there, with the rest of the Guard, then . . . My neck turns sharply, moving to look up at the person above me. “Who—?” The face is familiar, a face I know so well. If I were not already lying down, I would certainly fall. The shock is too much for me to bear. “Am I dead? Are we dead?” He’s come to take me away. I died in the arena. This was a hallucination, a dream, a wish, a last thought before dying. We are all dead. But my brother shakes his head slowly, staring at me with familiar honey-colored eyes. Shade was always the handsome one, and death has not changed
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