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chapter eighteen: again
Sebastian The king holds his hands up in the universal gesture for don’t blame me. I don’t, not really. They have both been more accommodating than I had any right to hope for. In fact, I’m already sure that this is my fault, somehow. It always has been, in the past. But I had hoped, this once, I may be able to finally get something right for a change. “You made me swear,” the king tells me. “I gave you my word.” “Yes,” the queen sighs. “You certainly didn’t try to find a way around it, either.” “I want to help you,” he swears. “I want to see you get this right.” “How many times?” I demand. He cringes, which is answer enough. “Where did we go back to, last time?” I ask, still shaking. “Birth,” the queen admits. “What if we try another point in time?” Viola asks. “The attack, with
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