Page 117 (1/2)

His face hardened Hello, Beast Lord

"I knew I had to cut the leash then, because I wouldn’t be anyone’s pet ruler"

No, being so Sharrim suited oal: kill Roland or die trying That vector didn’t survive collision with reality Roland’s poas too great and I didn’t have the spine to die trying toeveryone I loved burn in the sa Voron had warned me about had come to pass I had fallen in love I had accepted responsibility for a child I had friends, and I wasn’t capable of conde them to death for a cause that wasn’t truly ht choice The only choice, really But Voron’s conditioning didn’t just wear off He raised me so I could kill Roland or die Either way Roland would be hurt, and it was good enough for Voron The nagging sense of failure was still there, and I felt enough guilt and shaer, and every tiht of Roland, my sword hand itched I kneasn’t ready for the confrontation, but so I could win the same way I usually won--by brute force and row up I had a responsibility to the land I claimed and everyone alive within its borders I had a responsibility to Curran and Julie, to my friends, and toatthem with poords with all of the delicate subtlety of a haues now The stroke was a painful lesson, but it helped bring hoht sured out the tower is a diversion," I said "I’ about the ifrit He thinks both of us just pus with our fists anyway He won’t suspect any sophisticated subterfuge"

Curran smiled "Would you like me to snarl at the appropriate moments and promise to bash heads to pieces?"

"Would you ht be a stretch forlike that"

I chuckled

"But if I aive it my best shot"

Oh boy "Do you have any specific old sparks playing in his eyes "Yes, I do"

A h the door of the bedroom Curran rose, wrapped a towel around his hips (which shouldn’t have been hot but was), and opened the bathroom door "Yes?"

"We need to leave in twenty h the bedroo," I told her

"I’rowled