“NO,” KILLIAN SAID, SIGHING as he ran his hand through his hair. “No, he won’t.”
Carson jerked his gaze to the other man, anger roiling under the surface. “It’s not your decision. You won’t dictate what I do, nor cause me to have to go through the agony of hoping Misha and I find ourselves once more if I’m even reincarnated again. This is the best choice.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Killian shook his head as he walked around them and stood in front of Pesta. “I’ll take his servitude and add it to mine. This is all my fault. Misha’s right. He doesn’t deserve what I did to him. I’ll pay the price.”
Carson glanced down at Misha, hope, as well as shock, filling him. Could this actually work? Was it even allowed?
Pesta narrowed her gaze at him. “Are you sure of this?”
Killian nodded. “I am
