The Guild of Assassins
when we were together, you made me very happy. But you know, as well as I do, that it can’t possibly work out between us. This life – it just isn’t for me.”
    His heart quivered. “It can be. If you give it a chance.”
    “No.”
    “Why?”
    “Because,” she said, “I can’t renounce what I am. Even if my Guild casts me out, I can’t stop being a Diamond Majat.”
    He leaned forward, looking searchingly into her face. “Are you telling me everything?”
    She frowned. “Yes. Why?”
    He swallowed. “It’s because of Mai, isn’t it?”
    She stepped back, watching him, wide-eyed. “Are you jealous?”
    Kyth frowned. “No. It’s just… You do care about him, don’t you?”
    “Not the way you mean.”
    “Which way, then?”
    She sighed. “I admire his skill. And… I owe him. It’s just like any other debt, but with higher stakes. I can’t possibly stay behind when Mai is going there to face punishment for saving my life. If one of us must die, it has to be me.”
    “But–”
    Her quick glance stopped him. “I’m sorry it has to be this way, Kyth. But I’m going, and that’s that. Believe me, it will hurt less if we say our goodbyes now rather than dragging it out.”
    “No. You got into this whole ordeal because of me. If you truly must go, then I’m coming with you.”
    “Don’t be ridiculous. Your kingdom needs you. Your power is the only hope against the Kaddim. Besides, there’s nothing you can do against the Majat Guild.”
    “And you can?”
    “I don’t know. But the Guild is the only home I’ve ever had. They gave me my life. They can take it away if they really must.” She turned away, shoving things into her pack.
    Kyth sat down on her bare bed, watching her. He felt numb. His mind just couldn’t possibly enfold everything that was happening. The woman he loved, breaking up with him so that she could run off with another man to face certain death.
    “Mai seemed very determined not to let you go along,” he said. “If you go with him, he’ll just keep fighting you all the way. You might kill each other before you even reach the Guild.”
    She shook her head. “I’ll find a way to convince him. Once he sees there’s no return, he will accept me. And you – you must help me.”
    “ Help you?” Kyth raised his eyebrows. Helping her to run off to her death was the last thing he wanted to do.
    “Don’t talk to anyone of my decision, or try to use anyone’s help to stop me. Just accept it. Please?” She slid forward and sat next to him, clenching his face in her palms, turning it to her. “Will you?”
    He swallowed. “You are asking me to help in what I believe is equal to suicide.”
    “If you don’t help, Kyth, I’ll do it anyway. You must know that by now.”
    He exhaled slowly. “I do.”
    She quickly leaned forward and brushed his lips with hers.
    The touch sent warmth through his body – and, just as suddenly, the realization of what was happening hit him full in the face. She was leaving him. She was going to die. She had made up her mind, and there was nothing he could possibly do to stop her.
    He swallowed. “All the times we were together... You felt the same way I did. I know it.”
    She sighed. “I felt happy with you, yes. But I now know for certain that it wasn’t meant to be. I hope you can accept that. I always told you, no promises, remember?”
    “Yes.” She had said that, just like she had told him how different she was. It’s just that Kyth had never believed it. To him, she was always, above all, a beautiful woman, and the moments they spent together made Kyth the happiest man in the world. If she felt the way he did, how could anything else matter at all?
    “Forgive me,” she said. “I never meant to hurt you.” She stepped away, once again picking up her half-finished pack. “Goodbye, Kyth. And, thank you. For everything.”
     
    Kyth could barely feel his way as he stumbled out of the side door into the castle’s garden. His
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