Chapter 1 Kitt

The Plague burns down my throat.

This is what pure power must taste like.

The Healers’ protests grow muffled in my ears, mingling with the shouts of every encircling Scholar.

I watch as a wave of disbelief crashes over their blurry faces.

I ordered that they bring me this perfected dose.

Now it is they who must keep me alive.

Foolish, reckless, mad—I don’t care.

I have great plans for Ilya.

I only need to evade Death.

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