Caspian

"What were you thinking, Malachi?" I demanded, my voice strained by a mixture of mounting frustration and a simmering headache.

"I couldn't just let her die," Malachi countered, his tone sharp and defensive. "The Goddess clearly doesn’t give a damn about us. I simply sought help where I knew I would find it."

"And the repercussions?" I pressed.

"I will bear the brunt of them," he insisted.

Asher released a sharp hiss, his eyes narrowing with disdain. "You are being stubborn. ...