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She’s a real pistol, this one, and I just can’t stop myself from stoking the fire one last time.

This new version of reality was nothing he wanted to be a part of.There was no light on this side. Just midnight black.

I have never killed someone before, he said in a small voice.For all his fierceness, Tohrture’s tone was gentle. I know, my lord. You did well.Yes, indeed he was. I meant what I said about his shellan and son. They shall be spared.

As the listing of names ran through his head, that urge to kill rekindled, even as his stomach was barely settling—and his efforts were a mockery compared to what the Brotherhood could do.And indeed, he would not be alive the now if Tohrture had not stepped in.

Wrath pushed himself off the dirt, his head hanging low. How was he going to—

A large palm presented itself before him. My lord, allow me to help you.As he fell quiet, the second silence was the preparation kind, the countdown to the real stuff. And yet she wasn’t sure how to bring it all up, what to say, how to—

I don’t know if I’ve ever told you much about my parents, Wrath said. Other than how they were…Killed, she finished for him in her mind.

They were a match made in heaven, to use a human term. I mean, even though I was young, I remember them together, and the truth is, I figured, when they died, that kind of thing was over with them. Like they were a once-in-a-millennium kind of love or something. But then I met you.Beth’s tears were hot as they continued to laze their way down her cheeks, some dropping off softly onto the pillow, others finding her ear. Reaching out, she snagged a Kleenex and mopped up without making a sound.