Malini held the wood tight, adjusting to the burning warmth of it in her grip. She straightened. In her mind, she put aside the Malini she’d been beside the waterfall; put aside the woman she’d been for weeks on end, saved and seen by Priya’s eyes and hands and heart. She thought of pain, and how it could be leveraged, and the lessons your enemies can teach you, however unwitting. She thought of her own ghost haunting her: a princess of Parijat, eyes cold. She thought of Priya’s utter trust under her touch. Malini rose up and darted against Priya’s back, clutching at her side. She could feel
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