‘Talemir,’ Drue said, touching his sword arm. ‘I can defend myself.’ ‘That’s not the point,’ Talemir ground out, squeezing Coltan’s throat. The ranger’s eyes bulged in his head. ‘You shouldn’t have to.’ Coltan clawed at his hand, his feet kicking out at Talemir in panic. ‘You’re killing him,’ Drue pointed out. ‘Good.’
YES, YOU DEFEND HER!
