Ashes to Desire
The figure on the roof had disappeared, repositioning, not retreating.
My options were limited and shrinking by the second. I could make a stand here, try to take down as many as possible before they overwhelmed me. I could run and try to lead them away from the library, away from Ember. Or I could do what the curse wanted, what it had always pushed me toward: capture her and bring her to Malagar.
I flexed my fingers, feeling the weight of my knife, the reassuring pressure of the gun at my hip. The mark burned hotter, sensing the proximity of its creator's other servants.
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