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No fire came out of my hands.
Instead, I fell to my knees, not believing what I had witnessed.
Artan. My first love, my first protector, the man who broke my heart, the stubborn and rage-inducing warrior, the drunk who drove everyone crazy … in the end, he had done a noble thing.
A painful thing.
My chest cracked open.
Damara grabbed my arm and tugged me up. “Get yourself together and do something. He died to buy you time, so you could kill the damn titan. Then do it.” She pointed to Anasztaz. The titan turned toward Kane, Ramon, Rye, Cora, Trina, and the other prisoners.
Kane.
Oh no.
The numbness and pain were gone, replaced by rage. This damn titan was going down.
An idea struck me like hot iron.
Eyes wide, I faced Damara. “The necklaces. The pendants once formed one single
