“What are you doing?” Sam asked in a harsh and hushed tone. “Taking control of my life,” I whispered. “By trying to get yourself killed?” “No, by not letting my father marry me off. You remember that movie I made you watch? About the Scottish princess? I’ll be shooting for my own hand, you know?” With a grin on my face, I nodded in hopes she understood the reference. Instead, she stared at me blankly. “This isn't archery. This isn’t a movie. We had a plan, Nik. We were going to get you out. You weren't going to marry anyone.”
