Deceit

"Do I believe it?" Verity frowned, letting me go of my hands. "Xiviyah, that's not the question. I've searched dozens of futures, and this is the only way. Everything else leads to your death. There is no other hope for you to be free."

I touched my chest, flinching at the feel of my fingers against the soft, unblemished skin. "Free? As a slave?"

"The church may have dealt poorly with you in the past, but things are different now. The demons are strong, and they need every resource they can get. Now that you're not a hero, it won't be a problem for you to appear in public or use your powers to protect the innocent."

My hand closed into a loose fist. "Is that what they told you?"

She nodded. "As painful as the past is, you can't let that stop you from embracing the future. Hatred and revenge only lead to more darkness, and you've been there long enough. I can see it in your eyes. Aren't you ready to move on, to forgive, and be free?"