“Choose death?” I nearly shouted. “She will die if she fights him. Die, Roccurem.” “Perhaps.” Icy fury swept through me, sharper than steel. “Let me out of here, Roccurem.” “I cannot.” “If she dies, I will shred you to atoms.” “I am aware.” He glanced up as if listening to another world. “There is a mortal saying. If you love something, set it free. If it comes back—” “I do not have time for riddles or technicalities. Release me.”
