"Not by choice."
"Then why?" Why did I grow up afraid of myself, not knowing my father feared and hated me more than I ever could? Ciaran didn't dare say the words aloud even if Eoghan wasn't there to hear.
"You are still half mortal. And you have a destiny."
"What destiny?"
"You started it tonight."
At Brenna's pointed glance in the direction they'd come, Ciaran knew. His stomach lurched.
"She couldn't have meant me to be a murderer."
"She meant you to save her lands."
"Me? Save the land from those monsters in their dragonboats? How?"
"You know how."
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