"Don't think too much about it," Lucian said with an easy smile, his tone light as if he were talking about a trivial matter instead of the horrifying realization Max had just come to. "It's not your fault. You couldn't have known what Mark's plan was anyway." His casual reassurance, oddly enough, grounded Max.
There was no point drowning in guilt or what-ifs. What had happened couldn't be undone. The only thing left was to move forward and make sure he didn't fall into another trap. Max nodded slowly, forcing himself to set the tangled guilt aside. Things had happened, mistakes had been made, but wasting time on regret wouldn't solve anything. There were more pressing matters now—matters he had to confront head-on.
"I take it," Max said, his voice steady again, "that there's another part of Mark's soul sealed inside the Tower of Truth?"
