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I scour the area, sure that his body must be around here somewhere.

After wandering for a small eternity, I catch sight of a bare patch of earth. I hustle closer. It’s another circular clearing ringed with gore and mutilated bodies.

This time, I notice the scorch marks against the earth, and I remember the dullboomsI heard back at camp.

It all comes together then.

These idiots were handlingexplosives.

I shouldn’t be so surprised; War’s army came across some back in Egypt, so I know they still exist. But anyone with a lick of common sense knows that most explosives stopped working long ago. And obviously, the ones that do still work are touchy and unpredictable.

But it would be an effective way to destroy the horseman.

My hands begin to tremble as I move towards the clearing, my eyes trained on the body parts. Am I going to have to pick through the debris to know what became of War?

Just as I begin to scour the edges of the blast site, I notice that there’s another, smaller clearing a short distance away. Next to it is a coffin-sized hole in the earth.

I swallow.

Watching my step, I pick my way between the dead, heading over to it.

Don’t want to look.

I take a deep breath and step up to the pit.

I have to look.

I peer over the edge.

“No.” The word slips out like a sob.

Lying at the bottom of the pit is War.

Chapter 58

I sit onthe corpse-littered ground, my fist pressed to my mouth, staring at War’s open grave. I can feel hot tears on my cheeks.

He was going to stop. All of the violence, all of the killing.He was going to stop. He told me as much last night.

At my back I hear the clomp of hooves. A minute later, I feel a horse snout nudge me in the back.

I turn around to see Deimos, his blood red coat marred by blood and several large gashes.

With a stuttering breath, I press my face against his. “What did they do to you and War?”

He nickers against me, the sound oddly pained; it’s the closest thing I’ve heard to an animal crying.

I hold the steed’s head, petting his cheek. And then I begin to sob. I sob for this man that everyone fears. I sob for the man that everyone wants dead. I sob for the man Ilove. The man who I never admitted this to.

He doesn’t know.

I’ve said and done so many ugly things to him, but I haven’t told him that he’s the best part of my day. I haven’t told him that he became a better man, and I didn’t mean to, but I fell in love with him. That all I want is him, and he’s gone.

He said he couldn’t stay dead. He all butpromisedit to me.

And I never pegged him for a liar.

I collect myself and take a deep breath, letting Deimos go as I stand up.

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