“Because I bound you for the wrong reason,” Riven said. “I told myself it was politics. Survival. But I kept you close because you were the first thing in five hundred years that made me feel less like a ruin.” He turned to her, his face unreadable. “You should go. The mortal lands are three days north. Take my horse.”
But then again, neither would they.
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