Rog paced back and forth. Half of Kieran’s sheets were now dark red with Kyra’s blood. Kyra’s trembling no longer looked concentrated and controlled but rather odd, rather unnatural. Then a tear. Not a normal tear but a red tear. He felt his heart rise into this throat. Did she really know what she was saying when she asked him not to interfere? Should he, could he just stand by and watch her throw her life away?

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