Chapter 207 – Whatever Souls Are Made Of

• But he lets me continue.
• “This is mine, Kent,” I say softly, dropping my hand. “If I let you take the blame…you also take from me my conviction that all of these were my choices, that these were things that I did. From the beginning, you told me I was a pawn in this game – and I know my father felt the same –“
• I see guilt flash across Kent’s face as he remembers the way he explained my place in this world by demonstrating to me that I was a mere penny to be moved around the table by men more powerful than me.