Nura had been halfway down unbuttoning her jacket, but at this she froze, then slowly turned to me. For a moment, she looked genuinely sad, and the rawness of that glance might have been startling under other circumstances. “You don’t mean that.” “I’ll do it now,” I said. My hands were already at my sleeve, exposing my forearm and the scar from the last pact I’d made all those years ago. “We have history. I’d be better at Wielding it. It will listen to me.” Nura was shaking her head. “Max . . .” “Just do it.” I staggered forward. “This is what you’ve all wanted anyway, isn’t it? And I—”
HE WOULDVE DONE IT ALL AGAIN FOR HER
