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My legs had never been so sore in my life.
We started the morning climbing up and over the ridge of a mountain. I looked at the long downhill waiting for us and felt a foolish sense of relief. Then I started down and realized what an i***t I’d been.
Liam kept to a pace I could match. I tried to tell myself his legs were dying, too, but I knew he was probably trying to be kind.
I had things I wanted to know―how exactly my brother had saved Liam and gotten involved in this fool’s rebellion, what the hell kind of good he thought he was going to be able to do throwing stones against a giant like the Guilds, how much longer we’d have to walk―but I was too stubborn to break the silence. I didn’t know if he was too stubborn to speak or just enjoyed hearing only our footsteps for hours on e
