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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-THREE

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The Mirror of Mercy

Nicholas’s POV

I hadn’t slept in days.

Each time I shut my eyes she was there, in a world that contorted itself, bursting in flames, into shadows. I caught a glimpse of her yelling, chaining about chains I could not free her of. Her mouth worked and the lips quavered with the words I could not hear, but her eyes... they shouted louder than anything I had ever heard before.

The worst part? I wasn’t watching her—I was her.

I dwelt in her skin in all of the dreams. I was thrilled with the sting of manacles cutting my wrists, the zest of a knife grating over human skin. I was unable to sleep, I was in pain, I was in hopelessness and anguish, and I was in agony of the burden of betrayal. I woke up with her voice in my throat, my body drenched in sweat, hands shaking as though it were a leaf blown by a windstorm.

Killiam crouched low beside the fire, eyes shining in the orange fire. “You’ve been dreaming too hard again.”

“No,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair.
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