Chapter 23
For a moment, I was convinced Rhaegar had to be wrong. I stood at the edge of the fire pit staring at the twisting golden flames while his words settled heavily between us. It's yours. The statement should have sounded ridiculous. A few days ago I would have laughed if someone had suggested a fire could belong to anyone. Now I wasn't laughing. The warmth beneath my ribs was pulsing in time with the flames, and every instinct I had was reacting to the fire as though it recognized me. That frightened me more than I wanted to admit. I folded my arms tightly across my chest and looked away from the pit, trying to gather my thoughts before they scattered completely. "You're telling me this fire belongs to me?" Rhaegar remained where he was, giving me space while he watched carefully. "I
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