I pull back slightly, looking up at him, my vision blurred with tears. How? How is that a good thing?
Because magic makes you invincible, he replies, his green eyes locking onto mine, burning with absolute conviction. And invincibility makes you distant. It makes you a god. But gods don't understand fear. Gods don't understand pain. Gods don't understand what it means to be afraid for the people they love.
He reaches up, his thumb gently wiping a tear from my cheek.
You are mortal, Isla. Which means every time you stand in front of a Praetorian, every time you anchor a planetary pulse, every time you lead this pack, you are choosing to risk your life. You aren't fighting because you can't be killed. You're fighting because you love them enough to die for them.
He leans his forehead aga
