“Violet?” Dain appears on my left. “That was you with the lightning strike? The one that took down the tower?” The one that killed Jack. I nod, thinking of all the times I aimed for the shoulder instead of the heart. The poisons I used to incapacitate, not murder. I left Oren unconscious on the ground at Threshing and didn’t even go for the throat when he invaded my room. All because I didn’t want to be a killer. “I’ve never seen anything like it. I don’t think there’s been a lightning wielder in more than a century—” He pauses. “Violet?” “I killed him,” I whisper, studying the central chest
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