The six of you existed just fine without me before—you’ll survive without me again. And I can die happy, knowing you’ll be alive and free and in love with each other, even though I’m gone.” “You’d really give yourself for us?” he says, low. “It would be my greatest joy.” My whisper is intense, my face tipped up to his, my lips grazing his mouth. “I’ve not done much to be proud of in my life, but freeing you—that would be something worthwhile.”
