The Rejected Luna’s Secret Crown
"If it keeps the heat off you, let them take me."
"No."
I pushed the covers aside. I swung my legs out of bed. I stood up, swaying on my feet. Drax, who had been standing silently in the corner, moved to catch me, but I held up a hand.
"I stand on my own," I said.
I summoned the last dregs of my power. It wasn't a roaring fire anymore; it was a flicker. But it was enough. My eyes glowed with a faint, violet light.
"Ashren Thalric is not a scapegoat," I stated, my voice ringing with the Alpha Command. "He is the hero of this war. He killed Malakar. He saved the army. He saved me."
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