A soul connected to mine through love and death and grief and hope. My other half. My reason for fighting as hard as I did. “It’s you and me, Tor. No matter what, wherever we are.” The oath she’d made to me when I truly had been the age the thing wearing my face was pretending to be. The promise that she didn’t want anyone or anything else more than she needed me. Soul-deep, unbreakable, the foundations of us both. And I wasn’t going to let this creature of lies twist my own insecurities into my downfall.
