Forcing one step in front of the other, Myanin found that she had to remind herself to keep a bored look on her face. Her lips kept wanting to spread into a smile. Despite everything she was facing, she was free. Freer than she’d ever been. First, she’d been bound by her feelings for Thadrick. She hadn’t realized it all those years, but her feelings for a man that was not hers had been a noose around her neck. She’d tightened the noose by her actions and then pretty much hung herself when she’d killed Lyra. But now? Now she was free because she’d cleansed herself of her wrongdoing. Would she still, most likely, die because of her choices? Yes. But she had made things right with her Creator, and she was making things right with her allies. She would be able to close her eyes in this life a
