Her frown deepened, the frustration and pent-up emotions of the past few days boiling over. "You think I remember nothing?"
she snapped, her voice rising as she threw her hands up in disbelief. "What, do you think you're some kind of god? The ruler of the world? You just judge people without asking, without confirmation, without even listening to what they have to say!" Her chest heaved, her words sharp as knives. "Did you really believe I was cozying up to them?"
The idea was tempting—to let go, to forget her mission, to lose herself in the chaos of the kings. But she hadn't. She couldn't.
Because Kaelric had given her everything.
A home. Food. A purpose.
Assassination.
He had taught her how to survive, how to fight, how to endure. He had shaped her into what she was now. And if she had fallen into anyone else's hands—
Her breath hitched.
Who knew what would have become of her?
