So Ruhn stepped forward. “I’ll trade you. Me, for them.” Any other opponent would have dismissed it. But Pollux looked him over with a cruel, hungry sort of curiosity. Ruhn snarled, saying the words he hadn’t dared voice until now, “She’s my mate, you fucker.” Lidia inhaled a sharp breath. Ruhn taunted the Hammer, “You want me to tell you how she said we measured up?” Crass, crude words—but ones he knew would strike the Hammer’s fragile ego.
