“I don’t give a damn about being considered heroic, especially by anyone in Cauldron. And what kind of hero would one be if he slaughtered an innocent to attain the glory?” “Most would say it doesn’t matter how you get to the finish line as long as you cross it before everyone else,” I argued, palms flat on the sticky table. “Good thing I’m not like most people, then. I do care. And I’ve been completely honest with you from the moment I met you in the solarium. I don’t mean you any harm.” He gently took hold of my hand and brushed his thumb over the back of it. “How can I prove it?” “You can
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