“And finally… finally there could be balance in this world.”
“That’s not balance, Sable. That’s genocide,” I swallowed. “You are deciding who lives and who dies and that isn’t right.”
“Seph, the Light has to be stopped.” Sable’s voice trembled with intensity. “Dominic Lightwood. Ian Redgrave. Mother and Father — all of them. They’re a cancer on this world.”
Her eyes burned.
“And if we don’t cut the cancer out, it will spread. It will rot everything.”
I stepped back again.
“Do you even hear yourself, Sable?” I said, my voice shaking. “Innocent people are going to die, and you don’t even care!”
“Innocent?” she snapped. “Who is innocent, Seph? Tell me.”
She gestured wildly toward the compound behind us.
“Everyone out there benefits from the Light,” Sable said, gesturing toward the compound behind us. “From the suffering they cause. No one is innocent.”
Her voice hardened.
“Even Elliot wants to work with them one day. As if he could ever change anything.”
Then her tone softened suddenly.
“Not like you can.”
My stomach dropped.
“I know what you are,” she said softly. “How pure your power is.”
Her eyes lit with something almost reverent. “Cara told me. Marr kept files on you—pages of them.”
Her gaze locked onto mine. “Seph… you were meant for this.”
She stepped closer, almost pleading now.
“You were born for it. I’ve seen it.”
I kept shaking my head. “I’m not a weapon to be wielded, Sable.”
“Yes, you are. You just haven’t accepted it yet.” Her voice gentled again. “I know you don’t want this.I know you, Seph.”
She took another step toward me.
“You keep hoping your body will change. That the power under your skin will settle.” Her eyes implored me. “But it won’t. It can’t.”
“Because you aren’t like us,” she said softly. “You were made for something more.”
She glanced at me carefully.
“Ash, Dev… even Kieran. They all see it.”
Another step closer.
“They’ll understand.”
Something in her voice felt wrong. Almost apologetic.
