Chapter 21
Marcus was waiting in the corridor outside her room. He took one look at her face and didn't ask. "That bad?" he said. "Not bad. Just—" She searched for the word. "Complete. It's complete now. I have the whole shape." "All of it?" "The parts anyone alive can give me." She leaned against the wall beside her door. Her legs, she realized, were not entirely steady. "He carried me out, Marcus. Eighteen years ago. He was twenty-three and he carried me eleven miles through a forest because I wouldn't let go of him. He's known what I am my whole life. He put me in the Order to keep me safe. And he never told me, because telling me would have started the very thing that's starting now anyway." Marcus was quiet for a moment. "How do you feel about him." "I don't know. Both things are true.
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