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The luck of the damned is a strange, fierce kind of luck.
And while that doesn’t mean I want my family back, it doesn’t mean I’m ready to take up dragonfire against them either. Julia was enough. Julia was— —a mistake?
I want a mother to hold me, a father to comfort me, but I don’t have those. I have him.
The only atonement I can offer for my crimes, the only thanks I can give for her mercy. Let me answer her honor with honor, where they think we have none. The true gift of freedom is to act with this civility.
Amid everything that has happened, dragonfire and families and friends facing death, Griff Gareson wishes he could read.
Even if we were never to kiss again, even if it were never more than this, it would be enough just to hold you.
I had thought to do two things: ask him about Megara, and tell him about Griff. Instead all I want is to hold and be held by him.
He shakes his head in answer and takes my hand. I get to my feet and follow him to my bed. We crawl into it together. Into each other’s arms. I fit into them perfectly.
I feel a pulse begin in my ears that has nothing to do with the subject they’re discussing.
Our voices are soft, barely a whisper, as I lift my fingers to trace the back of his neck, to snag the curls at the nape. “Why wouldn’t it?” he asks. “Because I want it.” Delo swallows—a beautiful, shuddering swallow—and I catch his mouth on mine.
Already was a fool, tonight, a happy, lovestruck fool kissing him in the darkness. How could I ever do such a thing to Gephyra, to Delo?
“But keeping power is so much more difficult than gaining it. You have to make sacrifices. You keep sacrificing until you realize the thing you’ve sacrificed is yourself.”