Chapter 43 The Choice

• The weight of Dorian's offer hung in the air like incense smoke. Around us, the cathedral bore witness to the destruction we'd already wrought—shattered stone, scattered bones, the lingering echo of powers that shouldn't exist. And somewhere in the distance, the sound of Lord Cassius's approaching army grew ever closer.
• Through our soul-bond, I could feel Aldric's thoughts racing. He understood the implications as clearly as I did. If Dorian was telling the truth about the centuries-long conspiracy, then everything we thought we knew about our kingdoms, our bloodlines, our very existence was a lie.
• "How long?" I asked quietly. "How long have you been planning this?"