She walked forward and gathered Mercy to her chest, wishing only that she had time to find her other children. Where was Pride? Was Fury all right? Or had this disaster consumed him as well? She should have left Fury with a better good-bye. Their last conversation had been a fight. He had wanted her to leave—wanted all the Monarchs to leave. She’d refused, as she always had. And always would. “I’m so sorry, Mercy. I don’t know what I was thinking. It only matters that you’re safe.” Mercy’s arms tightened, but she leaned back to look into Malice’s face. She was so young. “Mother, I’m scared,”
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