“The implication of his words stung more than I cared to admit, rekindling my anger. I’d only lied to him when absolutely necessary – like when the alternative had been him burning me alive. Or Morgane chopping off his head. Don’t lie to me, he said. Just as sanctimonious and arrogant as he’d always been. As if I were the problem. As if I were the one who’d spent the last fortnight lying to myself about who and what I was.”
