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Chapter Seventy-Three

Annora

When Aleksander tried to turn me against Jasce and his army, I fought back, and I would do it all over again if it meant saving innocent lives.

They didn’t deserve his hatred, and I did not deserve to be his weapon.

I push to my feet, and the tent spins for a moment before steadying.

Shakily, I lift my hand to my chest where the dagger pierced my heart. No wound remains, no scar—just smooth skin beneath my fingers.

Something else burns there. Something familiar.

My crimson magic. No longer bound or controlled.

For some reason, Olah finally heard my plea, and he answered me. Otherwise, I would have never been able to resist Aleksander’s bond.

A smile spreads across my face as I think about finally being free. I can go to Sharhavva with Jasce now. Well, after the war is over.

Then, I can get Tahira and Emerin and bring them with me. Maybe Breda would like to go too.

I am free, free, free.

Thank the gods. They have finally helped me, and now I can help reshape the future of all Hematites.