Literature
Broken Souls: Chapter 71
Chapter Seventy One
"Grace?" he croaked, frozen in place even as Justice wanted to reach out. He felt his skin cracking, felt the light fighting to break free, felt Justice fighting to break free. It was so hard not to just give in, not to just snap a hand forward and touch her, as Justice wanted, just to see if she was real. It was hard to think of a time when the two of them had ever been more conflicted, and over something as simple as the presence of a young girl.
He wondered if it was ironic at all that the child, who bore so much resemblance to Mel as a child in the Circle- Tahlindra, was the growled rebuttal in his head- could bear a
