The Price Of Fate
Astrid replied, “You saw a throne in your own head and mistook it for prophecy.”
Calista’s eyes flashed, but two Primas pulled her up before she could say more. Astrid watched them take her, then swayed slightly. Keiran moved before I could call out. He reached her side and held her elbow. “I am fine,” Astrid muttered. “You are lying badly,” Keiran replied. “And you look like death with legs,” Astrid returned. Keiran’s mouth twitched despite everything. “Then stand still before death with legs has to carry you.” Astrid looked like she wanted to argue. She did not. The sight eased something in me, even in the ruin.