“You know, there’s something I’ve never told anyone about Lilith’s murderous journey.”
Jerrett’s brow furrowed. “Oh? What’s that?”
“I had a premonition.”
“Part of your attendant magic?”
“That’s right.” Marshall paused. “When the soldiers from Chiran arrived at the palace—you know, the ones Lilith took along with her on her journey—I was reminded of a premonition I’d had shortly before that.”
“And?”
“And before I had an opportunity to warn her, she released me.”
“So you said nothing.”
Marshall shrugged. “I didn’t know all of what she was doing, or what would transpire, but I knew that she was on the wrong track. I determined, since I no longer owed her anything, that . . . Well, I said nothing.”
“You knew she would die?”
“No. But I knew it was possible. Maybe that’s why she still haunts my thoughts. Maybe I could have stopped her . . . Then again, maybe not. She wasn’t big on listening to anyone.”
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