“Roxy,” he growled, catching my wrist as I raised two bloodstained fingers. “What will this cost you?” “No cost is greater than the loss of you,” I replied as the world hissed, the acidic whispers of the stars closing in on us. Stealer of life. Twister of destiny. Beware the cost. Turn from this path. Stop before you unbalance the scales. His ascension will bear a price. “I don’t care,” I snarled, and the truth of my words shut them up, the pure honesty I wielded sharper than any blade. Let them come for me. What more could they even take?
