“Don’t leave me here,” Vaellen quietly repeats, as though he can read my mind. Deep down, even he knows it’s too dangerous for him to come with us.

That leaves only two options, and I don’t like either of them.

Leave him here, or put him out of his misery.

Guilt is eating away at me, and I can’t seem to break away from Vaellen’s stare. I’m not usually so indecisive, but I can’t make myself draw my blade to do what I know I have to.

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“We’re not murderers,” I say, watching Vaellen carefully. I’m still not sure what to make of him.

He doesn’t seem possessed.

Vaellen frowns slightly, knuckles going white as he grips the bars of his cell. “Please, don’t-”

“We’re not leaving you here,” Sylas quickly says, knowing my intentions. I would never leave this man caged here.

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