Becca looked into the barrel of the gun, her heat beating faster.
“You can't be serious,” she whispered.
“But I am. anda got rid of the ruler and ventured to the outside world! anda put us all at risk! And anda 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 anda fight like a coward?”
Becca heard the click of the gun....
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