Undecided
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“Have you ever asked yourself why we’re here?”
I glanced at Peytr out of the corner of my eye. “Hmm?”
“You really want to save this wretched kingdom?”
I scrubbed the blood off my hand. “Would you walk away from the gold?”
“No, but I’d rather lick my wounds, mate. There’s better things out there.”
“The princess is giving us a hefty sum. The least we can do is save her kingdom.”
Peytr snorted and rolled his eyes. “I don’t want to die in a damned wheatfield.”
“You won’t. Not if I have anything to do with it.”
My best friend groaned. “I hate it when you do that.”
“Do what?”
He pointed to my face. “That. You make up your mind and put up a mask. Saving the kingdom of Eylloria isn’t worth it.”
I dropped the rag and glared at him. “I crawled out of Sastia’s gutters and made a name for myself. I’m not going back there.”
“You’d rather die, then?”
“If that’s what it takes.”
“Drop the mask, Eldon. If we do this, there’s no going back. We’ll be shifting the timeline and changing the past, present, and future. Are you prepared for that?”
I don’t want to go back to what I once was. Peytr had a point. I’m too stubborn to admit it.
I swallowed past the uncertainty. The princess’s orders were crystal clear. To free her thrall, I needed to take Galven down. If that meant shifting the timeline, then I’d do it.
Peytr thought I was going against everything I stood for. Maybe, I was. In doing so, it meant I’d set all wrongs to right.
“I’m going with you, you know.”
“Hmmm?”
“When we step through the mirror and it shifts the timeline.”
I bit down on my lower lip to keep myself from smiling. “You sure about this?”
“No, but I can’t let you have all the fun. We’ll do this together.”
I grinned. “Let’s get it done, then.”
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