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Ciaran looked at Brandon in the eye. “Why? I saved your life.”
“Well, you should have asked me if I wanted that. You think you know it all, Ciaran? You, the Host, and those stupid humans are trying to obtain what doesn’t belong to you.”
“The key of Psuche? What does it have to do with you?”
“I could take the time explain to you why you must die today, but I’m not feeling compassionate at the moment. So goodbye, Ciaran LeBlanc, king of Eudaiz. You will die on the battlefield like a common soldier.”
Brandon raised his crossbow, aiming at Ciaran’s head, but Ciaran swung his leg and kicked the weapon away. His second kick landed on Brandon’s abdomen, sending him staggering back and falling to the ground. Still groggy, Ciaran struggled to his feet and was then assaulted by Brandon’s two-
