Wind whips around you both as you corner him at the cliff’s edge, your magic glowing at your fingertips. "It’s over,” you say. He turns, eyes meeting yours—not afraid, but calm. “If you were going to kill me, you would’ve done it already.” Your hand trembles. “We’re not enemies,” he says gently. “We’re fate.”
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