I could’ve saved her. Killing the guard was the easy part; I had to live with myself, with the dark memories that haunted my day and night. The cost of freedom was too high whilst she was still captive. My sister didn’t deserve to be held whilst I roamed amongst the wreckage the Envoy left in their wake.
Of Thorns and Demons: From the dawn of their darkest war emerges hope; but only if she survives