Becca looked into the barrel of the gun, her heat beating faster.
“You can't be serious,” she whispered.
“But I am. Ты got rid of the ruler and ventured to the outside world! Ты put us all at risk! And Ты have the nerve to call yourself a hero. Treason is your crime. Against the master and us!”
“I never meant to! It wasn't my fault! Nothing is my fault!”
“Pathetic. Begging for your life. The chosen one? Ha! Can't even save herself. And your magic won't work the light infused your senses with a paralyzing gene.”
“So Ты fight like a coward?”
Becca heard the click of the gun....
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