Chapter Eighty Six
"I wish to plead guilty." Guzman went still. The beast's eyes darted between Mother Healer, the vicious vines that seemed to be bolted to the wall and his friend, his friend who had given himself a death sentence. That fool. Did Rupert presume his life to be his own? Rupert was an essential part of their mission, a vital member of the Ninth Order, one of Tamara's best soldiers. Rupert was a brother, a friend, his friend. He couldn’t just throw his life away, not for a ghost. The hard truth was Brianna had been a traitor, and now she was dead. Rupert had clearly not succeeded in bringing her back from the world beyond. Guzman let out a raspy, frustrated breath, he still couldn’t believe that Rupert had resorted to dark magic. That was foolish, impulsive and well, malignant.
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