I will love you forever,” I murmured, and he stroked the hair off of my forehead. I will hold you to that.” His face was grim, and his voice was sober—retouched my handprint of chaos as he said it, and I knew in my bones that it was a solemn vow, and not a sweet or a kind offering of love at all. Green would make me live if he had to crack the foundations of the world.

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