Fourth Wing Jack Barlowe Novels & Stories

A faint, bitter smile flickered across Lance's face. He looked hollow, as if whatever life had been in him had been drained away. He stared at me and murmured, "I hurt you for so many lifetimes. I don't deserve your forgiveness." "Why was I so stupid?" he went on, voice breaking. "You loved me so plainly, and I— I chose that bitch Natasha." I stared at him, unable to hide my incredulity. "You mean you were reborn those three lifetimes too?" I asked.