The Right Choice
What I could see was everyone I’d ever cared about and the way they had died.
It showed my grandmother sick in her bed. Duchess Christine in the end days of the Scorage. Duey being strangled.
Then there were the others: Catherine being stabbed in battle. Aryk being hanged from a tree. Rose dying in a prison cell. Abby… Abby dead in her bed, still very much pregnant.
“No,” I whispered. Then louder, “No!” Finally, I shouted, “NO! THIS ISN’T HOW IT ENDS!”
“Oh, but it is,” a voice said from behind. Duey, and I spun around to see a beautiful woman standing in the middle of the room. “It’s been correct so far,” she came closer to us. “Right, Dupont?”
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