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February 25 - March 1, 2024
“He will be furious,” she said. “He always is,” I said, and she shook her head. “You have never seen his fury,” she said.
I was quiet for a moment, but I could not help asking, “Could Adrian have saved them?” I feared her answer because there was a part of me that knew I could not forgive Adrian if he possessed the ability to save our people and chose not to.
“I came to apologize,” he said. “I was unkind in so many ways last night. I promised you the world, and when you asked, I took it away.” He paused for a moment, looking away, his eyes becoming hard. “The problem is…I waited two centuries to have you in my arms again, and if I let you go, I fear you will never come back.” “Adrian,” I said, whispering his name. His words made my heart ache. “I came to let you know that I dispatched one of my soldiers to Nalani.” I straightened at his words. “Her name is Ivka. She should return within the week with news.” I opened my mouth to speak, but no words
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“Prove yourself, then,” Adrian said. “Find the witch. You have five days.” Adrian’s words were like a blow to my stomach, and for one horrifying moment, I could not breathe. It was as if my lungs were full of smoke and my throat clogged with ash. I felt the fire against my skin; I could smell my burning flesh and hair. I could not fathom that he would allow such a man to remain within our kingdom, so near to me—me, his lover, his wife, the one who had died at the hand of Dragos, the first witch-hunter. I fled, leaving him on the dais alone.
“Will you watch me burn again?” “You aren’t even a witch!” he yelled, his body shaking. “You have no power beyond driving me to the fucking edge of insanity.” I tried to hit him again, but he held me too tight, so I did the only thing I could to escape him—stab him in the heart. I shoved my hands against his chest and released my blade. The second it pierced his skin, he let me go, and I watched his blood darken the fabric of his tunic. “Fuck you,” I said. This time when I left, he did not follow.
“Nothing is too long when it is goodbye.”
“Strange that men claim we are weak when they are so afraid.”
“We will not survive if we are not docile.” “Is survival worth it, then?” I asked.
“You are the daughter of witches, as all women are,”

