Teresa Hannah was dying, right before my eyes. Her chances of surviving were slim. First, her left hand was cut off. Now, a sword protruding out through her torso. I pulled her along. “No way, I’m not going to let you die,” I said, holding her good hand tighter around my neck.“There is no—” she gagged, coughing more blood on the pristine, marble floor. “Get away now, while you can.” “I’m not letting you go!” I cried. “Not when I still have the chance.”I glanced back at the smoking room. Oris was still in there, with some of the guards who had been knocked out by whatever was in that shattered bottle. I pulled Hannah along and started down the hall. I didn’t know the way to the labyrinth, so I took her back the way I knew best. It was farther, but it was the only chance we had. Maybe, just maybe, we could run into some guards and maids who still had hearts, and they might be touched to aid our task.At the end of the hall, I made a turn and continued. As we walked, Hannah dragg
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