Jiang didn’t deserve much. But he deserved something. She’d seen the look on his face before she escaped the temple. He knew full well what he’d done. In that moment he was complete and aware, reconciled with his past, and fully in control. And he’d chosen to save her. “Thank you,” she said. Her voice sounded reedy and insufficient against the chilly, dense air. Her chest felt very tight. She’d loved him like a father once. He’d taught her everything he’d known. He’d led her to the Pantheon. Then he’d abandoned her, returned to her, betrayed her, and saved her. He’d let so many others die—he’d
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