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I couldn’t for the life of me explain why in the goddess’ name I did what I did.
One second, I was standing at my door with my hand hovering an inch above the handle, listening to Dominic's voice through two floors of stone. And the next, I was already in the corridor, the cold seeping up through the soles of my bare feet, as the hem of my robe snagged around my ankles with every step.
'Go back to bed, Cassandra. This isn't yours to be a part of.'
Twenty-one years of being shown, in a hundred small and deliberate ways, exactly where my usefulness ended had taught me that lesson well. But my body had apparently already made up its mind without consulting the rest of me, taking the stairs two at a time the same way it had once carried me across the ceremony grounds toward R
