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Myra looked over her shoulder at Laurince hovering inside the door. He was already picking Rian back up, preparing to move. But Myra remained seated in front of the seer.

"You will need to move fast. You cannot do that with me," the seer explained, her expression neutral.

"But we can't just leave you here," Myra said, unwilling to face the truth.

"I can do more here than I can if I leave. If things follow fate's path, we may see each other again. Leave now," the seercommanded, her eyes a sea of emotions that Myra could barely begin to parse. "Leave so that hope lives on."

Myra's lips parted, another protest forming, but the woman shook her head, the chains around her neck rattling.

Myra's shoulders dropped, guilt already filling her body and dragging her down as she was forced to face the woman's dreaded fate.

Even if they wanted to take her, the woman was chained to the wall, and Myra had a strange feeling that the keys Laurince had procured did not include the key to the seer. The king would not have been so foolish as to let someone other than himself hold onto the key that kept the future captive.

The seer offered her a small smile as if she knew Myra was finally realizing the truth. The corner of her lip twitched, and her eyes glistened with acceptance of her fate.

"You can do me one favor, though," she whispered.

"Anything," Myra said, scooting closer.

The woman smiled softly. "Tell my son I love him. Tell him he shouldn't fear his true self. He must embrace it."

Laurince had reached for Myra and was pulling her up by the elbow. "We have to go now."

But Myra wasn't done. She fought him, pulling away. "But who's your son?"

Her lips moved, her voice not even a whisper as Laurince dragged Myra out of the cell room. But Myra heard the name as if she had screamed it.

Chapter 52

KALLIE

Kallie's handfroze an inch from the door. It was nearly midnight, yet she had stormed down the halls of the castle with little care about waking up anyone who might be sleeping. However, the second she stepped in front of the door and lifted her fist to knock, the determination with which she had strutted through the halls vanished.

Whatwasshe doing? Did she truly think that--

The door flew open, and Graeson's eyes widened as he spotted her.

Her hand dropped to her side.

"Kalisandre," he said with a gasp. "What are you...what are you doing here?"

Kallie should have turned around when she had the chance, but now that he was here, standing in front of her, Kallie couldn't get herself to move. Her breathing was unsteady, her chest noticeably rising as she bit her bottom lip.

"Is there something I can help you with?" Graeson asked when she still had not answered.

Kallie swallowed, looking past him into his room and tugging the silk robe tighter across her body. "Can I come in?"

"Uhm." Graeson looked over his shoulder, his fingers tapping along the doorframe.

As Graeson hesitated, Kallie she questioned why she had come. She felt so silly for storming over here. What had she expected? She had practically run away from him only hours ago, so why would he open his door to her?

Kallie took a step backward, curling a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry," she mumbled. "It's late. You were probably heading somewhere."

"What?" Graeson asked, blinking down at her as if he hadn't quite heard her.

Kallie tilted her head and pointed. "You opened before I knocked. I'm sure there was somewhere--"

"No," Graeson said, interrupting her.

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