Maisie
Gruer's expression blanked out. "You see, I can't tell you that."
"What do you mean, you can't?" I asked, not realizing I was stepping too close to the line.
His lips curled. "There is a balance to all things, and already, it hangs precariously. There are rules even I cannot break. I will not give you the knife you plan to die on."
"I-I don't understand—"
"I see it in you," he said, voice pitying. "The same madness that plagued Elara Thorne. Did you know, shortly after she landed in this world and birthed her child, she took her own life?"
I froze.
I thought if he could've crossed the circle, he would be inches away from me. "You are walking the same dangerous line. But Elara, she had many decades. She lived a long life. You haven't even lived yet. You are much too young to throw everything away. There will always be other men. There won't be another you."
"That is not your decision to make," I seethed, tears welling in my eyes.
