I woke up covered in sweat, ready to write off everything—Iridian, meeting Dain, finding out the truth, killing both Ally and Aidan, absolutely everything as a horrible nightmare, but the pungent scent that clung to my hair and skin, reeking of blood, fire, and burnt flesh, kept me from doing so.There was a part of me that wanted to keep my eyes closed, content to drown in misery, convinced that this was hell.I opened my eyes anyway because that part of mee was an ignorant coward.No matter the agony, no matter the guilt or shame, I knew that this was nothing compared to what it could’ve been, nothing compared to what the White Bull had planned for this world. There had been so much death already, but there would be so much more if I chose to drown in my grief.The first face I saw was Dain’s, but all too quickly I slid back into unconsciousness that lasted for what felt like seconds but had to have been hours. When my eyes opened a second time night had vanished, replaced by sunlig
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