I pressed a hand to my chest, fingers curling into a loose fist. "The same way you know about her," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.
Aurle. I didn't even have to say her name for her face to flicker through my mind. I'd been too weak to save her back then. I would never let that happen again, even if it cost me everything. I would stop the rift from spreading to Enusia and protect those dear to me.
Luke was silent and spared a long glance toward the swirling gate. He didn't need to ask who I was referring to; he'd already seen her in my memories.
"What about you? What will happen if I leave?" he finally asked, his gaze returning to me.
"And what would that matter? You broke the city and got what you wanted."
"I don't know," he said, dragging a frustrated hand through his hair. The twitching of his tail increased, matching mine. "But it does."
