He wouldn’t be remembering what he had forced into darkness, waking it from its slumber. The if onlys spread out like a spiderweb, a hundred thousand different avenues where he could have chosen differently, and he wouldn’t be here. If only he had remained ignorant to politics and its intricacies, remained what he was supposed to be: a guard and a captive, nothing more. When Parijahan had shaken him awake to run, he should have said no. Too late to wish that he had taken a different path. He had buried it deep-long abandoned, but never forgotten-that was a mistake, too. Rashid was alone, in a dark forest that pried and pulled and tried its very best to rip him to pieces, and all he could think was, This was a mistake.ĭon’t worry, it only wants those of us with magic, Nadya had told him, in a tone he did not want to contemplate, her gaze pinned on Malachiasz.
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