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gave me those words, gave me her trust, her heart, and I remembered. I’ll

be damned if I don’t fight to keep them.
“And if it’s not possible?”

“You still love me. It’s possible.” Gods, do I ache to kiss her, to remind

her exactly what we are together, but I won’t, not until she asks. “I’m not
afraid of hard work, especially not when I know just how sweet the rewards

are. I would rather lose this entire war than live without you, and if that

means I have to prove myself over and over, then I’ll do it. You gave me
your heart, and I’m keeping it.” She already owns mine, even if she doesn’t

realize it.

Her eyes widen, as if she’s finally seeing the resolve in mine.
It’s time she knew everything. Knowing Violet, she won’t stay tucked

away, safe behind Basgiath’s walls, especially not now that she knows just
how corrupt those walls are.

She’ll fight this war at my side.

There’s another insistent knock at the door.
“Fuck is he impatient,” I mutter. “You have about twenty seconds to ask a

question, if I know him.”
She blinks. “I’m still hoping that missive at Athebyne was really about

the War Games. Do you think there’s any chance we just happened to end

up in the middle of a wyvern attack at that outpost?”
“That definitely wasn’t an accident, little sister,” he says from the

doorway.

I sigh and move to the side, watching Violet’s eyes widen as she sees him
standing in the doorway. “Told you I knew better poison masters,” I tell her

softly. “You weren’t healed. You were mended.”

“Brennan?” She stares at her brother in open-mouthed shock.
Brennan just grins and opens his arms. “Welcome to the revolution,

Violet.”