![]() ![]() Even the people in the paintings frowned down at the chaos-the puddles of water (or worse) in the corners of the corridors the stench of rotten cabbage and spoiled eggs that clung to the velvet curtains, which hung in tatters the torn tapestries the bent swords. Wren followed the magic down a maze of hallways hung with gold-framed portraits and littered with piles of tarnished armor. If we keep this up, the earth won’t be able to hold you, and what good will your power be then?” “What would you have me do “You don’t know what this connection between us has done to the world.” Tamsin took a hesitant step forward, her hand slipping from Wren’s. “Please don’t make me do this.” “ Do what?” Marlena’s smile was mocking. Didn’t know if her twisted, useless heart would allow it. She didn’t know if she could do it again. ![]() But Tamsin had already almost killed Marlena once. In her hand was enough magic to stop her sister. She was afraid of getting the answer wrong a second time. Now she was faced with making another decision-what was best for Marlena, or what was best for the world. Instead it was clear that Tamsin had only done what was best for herself. Tamsin had spent so many years telling herself she had done what was best for Marlena. ![]() Her love had caused her to do something unforgivable. Now she was beginning to realize that love wasn’t always enough. ![]() Of Marlena close to her empty heart, and while she could never quite remember the way it felt to love her sister, Tamsin had always held tight to the knowledge that she had. ![]()
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