Mark of Royalty

He didn’t save me, though. He allowed me the freedom to save myself, which is the very best type of rescue.

I wondered if this was how it felt to sell your soul to the devil. I bet there were awesome cookies in hell, too.

But there is nothing, no trace that she’s ever existed. She is not here. She will never be here again.
Because of me.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, some random old guy grabs me on the arm and starts dragging me into a side corridor.
“You must come with me,” he says in an urgent voice.

I'm just as big a fool as the rest of them.