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After my training with Cyrus just a few minutes ago, I knew something had gone awryâmore so than usual. I could not help but fear it was the direct result of my confrontation with Zayne.
âSo when I was summoned, I wasn't surprised, even if my pulse skittered with every step.
â"You lost your chance for some truth," Sylpha's voice threaded through my thoughts, lacking inflection. "You told him."
âI gritted my teeth against the wave of despair. I had given him a chance to hear the truth despite the machinations of the goddess, forfeiting the very answers I soughtâonly for him to shrug me off like an insect. He did not believe me.
âThe room was wrought with a tension tight enough to snap a bowstring. They were all present and seated. Even Sonya. I straightened my spine, made my way closer, and took a seat. The room felt too grand, dripping with an eeriness that made the hairs on my arms stand.
