Chapter 14

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I rewound that memory over and over. It was the main reason I was still alive. Dirg must have thought I was unconscious. He wouldn't have said that if he thought I could hear. He wouldn't have broken into a sob if he knew I would notice.

"What have I done?"

And then he broke into heart wrenching sobs that tore at my sanity.

I stared at the white ceiling as I replayed it again. He said he wanted me to live. That made no sense. He said before he should kill me. He said I would be his undoing. I thought... I thought I would see him smile when he turned to see what I had done. He didn't. He looked horrified, and he had tear streaks down his face.

I heard the door open but didn't want to look. A soft hand grabbed mine and King Amora's face came into my field of vision. It had been two days since I... Since I... That.

Hey," he said softly. "Are you okay?"

I sighed ever so slightly. "Never better," I mumbled

His grin was huge. "You are deciding to talk?"

I looked directly at him and chewed on my lip.

"It's okay if you don't want to. Dirg told me what you said, and I made him write it down."

I closed my eyes and felt my arms throb. My wrists were in padded restraints so I couldn't pick at the scars. I had done that the first day. Healers were amazing at closing wounds, but they couldn't get rid of scars. I would have those for the rest of my life.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

He squeezed my hand. "I cannot say I understand or that it is no problem, but I can forgive you. Forgiving you was easy. Forgiving Dirg... Let's just say it's a miracle that he is not dead."

I meant to kill me, not him. "None of this makes sense."

"Maybe that is because you are looking at it from the wrong perspective. Maybe you don't know everything about what is going on around you."

I snorted. "I know what is wrong with me. I thought I understood Dirg."

"But you don't."

"You do?"

"He explained himself to me. If he hadn't, he would be dead right now."

I looked at him with confusion. "How do you know he was telling the truth?"

"I can usually tell when people are lying to my face. It helps tremendously in court."

"I lied to you about Dirg."

He nodded. "All you did was nod and shake your head. Thank you for talking."

"It might not last very long."

"Why? Why do you erect those walls so thick and not let me in? I offered you help when we met, but you never let me in. I can't help if you don't let me in, that's obvious to me now."

I looked away from him and shook my head. He squeezed my hand all the tighter.

"No. You will answer this. I need to know how to get you out."

"Maybe I don't want out," I whispered.

"No, you want to die. That is a way out. I would rather help you out here. Which sounds better, die to get out and go somewhere worse or let me help you out to somewhere better?"

I tried to sit up, but he gently applied pressure to my shoulder, keeping me down. It was true, I wanted to die to escape. I wanted out of this pitiful existence.

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