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Nyx had killed a lot of people. She’d let even more die through neglect. Rhys was just one more. I’m the same person, aren’t I? she thought. She had burned herself up, only to come out the other side exactly the same.Taite’s signal would get out, Nyx knew. It would be soon enough to save *her*. But it would not be soon enough for Rhys. Nyx hardened her jaw. Her hands and feet were still tied. They’d stripped her of her most obvious weapons. She could just wait this out.She saw Rhys register that. But there was no shock. Just resignation. He knew her for what she was. Butcher. Monster.The same old monster.
