“Cailin, listen to me.” Rince grips my hands. “You are a beautiful gift from home. The Heartsfire has sent you to join our cause—” he leans in and whispers, “to kill the King.” I jerk my fingers away from his. “You can’t ask me to do that. You know the oath I’ve taken.” “An oath to heal the helpless and protect the defenseless. By doing this, you’d be saving countless lives. The Ash King has killed so many people, love—it’s only a matter of time before he does it again. And you could save them all—you, a miracle straight from the bosom of Analoir Doiteain, from our beloved mountain.”
