“I was his Master,” Integral said as a mantra, “He died under my service and he left me a fledgling to replace him. He was planning this and I can’t shake the feeling he chose to die because I wasn’t good enough to command him.” Why hadn’t he died on her father?
She turned away, walking at one of the windows to stare outside. Her mind was blank. “I hate to double question myself. However, without him, I feel as if a pillar of my life had crumbled. One that sustained me ever since my father perished.”