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The Hands of Mercy

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Ryder

I had always believed compassion was weakness. A drawback. My shortcoming

It was what my father said before he died as I watched him fall to men who did not flinch when they killed.

“Compassion is what breaks a warrior,” he told me.

“Reluctance gets you consigned to the grave.”

And maybe for a while, I believed him. Perhaps I became exactly what he warned me against.

But now, standing over Eaton with my sword pressed to his throat, I did not feel strong. I felt sick.

His blood was on my boots, warm and thick, and my own shoulder burned where his blade had kissed my tissues. To me, the crowd was gone. Their voices were nothing but a dull howl behind the storm in my head. All I could hear was her.

Please, don’t lose yourself. Kiara’s voice, soft and breaking, threaded through my mind like light through fog.

It should not have been enough to reach me, not after everything Eaton had done. Not after Brandon. Not after being a threat to Kiara. Not after the nights I had sp
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