But Oraya had just looked so empty. Like it was physically painful to be in my presence in that moment. Like she was begging for mercy. Now, I placed my hand against our shared wall and listened, against my better judgment. Silence. And there it was. I swallowed thickly. My fingers curled into a fist against the brocade wallpaper. One wall. Thin enough that I could hear through it. Might as well be iron. Don’t you dare stop fighting, princess, I’d told her, the night before the final trial. It would break my damned heart. And I had been so fucking smug when I’d wrung that fight out of her in
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