“You saved my life,” Reza said, not a question.
And then he was gone. Not a jump—a step. A step into the dark, into the maze of moonlit rooftops and forgotten aqueducts where the Rogue Prince was not a prince at all, but a ghost. The Rogue Prince of Persia
She did not whisper “rogue.”
And that was the heart of it. The Rogue Prince wasn't a rebel for chaos. He was a rebel because he could not pretend the empire wasn't rotting from its gilded corners. “You saved my life,” Reza said, not a question