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Oh, goodness, I have no faith in my ability to write anything coherent because I’ve had to accept the fact that I actually am sick, but here goes.

Liorah

Lorcan raised an eyebrow. “So now you’re mocking my code? Very mature of you princess.”

I crossed my arms, tighter than needed, feeling the cold anger coursing through my veins.

“How much of a code do you need if you just have to kill people?” I shot him a bitter smile. “No offense.”

I meant every offense.

”Oh, none taken,” Lorcan said snarkily.  Honestly, he was unendurable. “I’ve heard worse princess, so you still have a long long way to go.”

I looked him up and down, a bitter smile the only thing I could muster.

“You dearly love to accuse me of arrogance, but when was the last time you looked in a mirror? You act as though you deserve respect merely by merit of– what? Blessing us with your presence? Saving us from ourselves with your mighty power? If you ever looked beyond your inflated ego, you would realize that you’re just like us.”

I took a deep breath, trying to manage my temper, which was flaring higher than it should. It did nothing but get me in trouble. Would I never learn?

”And who are you then princess? What makes you think that you’re any better?” Lorcan stepped toward me, his temper also getting a hold of him. “What makes you think that you have the right to condemn me? Are you a living saint? Are you?”

I started to speak, my anger rising, but he interrupted me. How dare he.

“I know what I’ve done. Trust me. I know. But the only one who will judge my actions is the Creator. Unless you are going to have a hand in my judgement – shut your mouth.” His eyes narrowed. “I mean it human. I refuse to discuss this any longer.”

“Guilt is not the same as accountability. You know what you’ve done and I’ve seen no sign that you’ve ever tried to grow beyond it. On the contrary, you’re proud of your guilt,” I said, taking a step forward as well. I balled my fists, feeling the tightness of my scars.

(Author’s note: Not necessarily true, he may have actually done that but Liorah is mad and biased)

I closed my eyes. This wasn’t how Gavril would handle this. I had to do better. I let out a deep breath and conciously loosened my fists.

“I’m the farthest thing from a saint that has ever lived. I’m stupid and naive and reckless and heartless and cruel and thoughtless–” I caught my breath, forcing myself to keep a hold of myself. I couldn’t break down now. I wouldn’t. I had to do better. “But I have bled and wept to be better than I was yesterday.”

I was just stumbling my way through this life, ruining everything I touched and desperately trying to hold everything together as it tore apart.

Quin’s gaze was shooting between Lorcan and me, calculating the danger, sensing the tension. Again, he reminded me of Aydin.

I forced my shoulders to droop, to release the tension knotting in my chest.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have shouted,” I said, quietly.

Lorcan sighed.

“It’s okay Quin. We’re not gonna start anything anymore. No arguments.” He placed a hand on his heart to show his sincerity, then turned to glare at Liorah. “Right princess?”

I bit down on a wicked grin.

“I have never started a fight. I have finished many.”

(Author’s note: She’s ignoring the fact that she started this XD)

I glanced over at Aydin. I was worried about him, but he was still asleep, though I couldn’t ignore the tension in his shoulders and the slight frown, even while he slept. Nightmares. He was probably in the middle of one and there was nothing I could do except be there when he woke up. Waking him now would be worse, not to mention dangerous for me.

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I changed Liorah’s dialogue a bit but tried to keep Lorcan’s the same!