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ELOWEN I couldn’t move, couldn’t escape. My head was pressed against the cold, unforgiving platter, the wooden edge digging into my skin. I felt the executioner’s hand in my hair, pulling it back and exposing my neck. This was it. My life was about to end in an instant, and there was no one to help me. I could have ignored Maverick, pretended I didn’t see him if I had wanted to save myself. But I couldn’t. Without him, I wouldn’t be alive. I owed him everything, and pretending not to care wasn’t something I could do. Not to him. Tears streamed down my face as I whispered my last words to him. "Maverick, I’m sorry. I’m sorry this is the end for us." "Elowen," he whispered, struggling against the restraints, trying to free himself. "You can’t kill her! If you want someone to die, it sh