She brought the sharp end to her throat. “I’m sorry, Permac,” she whispered, tears burning along the edges of her eyelids. “I made a vow to avenge you—but I also thought I’d honor your memory, our love together, by uniting Tokorellans and Khizarans once and for all. But I’ve failed. They can’t be united. They won’t be.”
And that was the truth. That was the tipping point.
That was the moment that death didn’t feel so scary anymore.
Linsora pressed the shard harder against her carotid artery, the thud of her heart yelling at her to stop. It would only take her three minutes to bleed out, and it wouldn’t be painful. “At least this way, I’ll be with you, Permac, and not him.” She pressed the tip against her throat when—
“Linsora. Stop!”
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