“You look like Church before he bites someone.” “Picking a fight with the head of the Praetor Lupus,” Magnus said bitterly. “You know what his pack would do to you if they had an excuse. You want to die, don’t you?” “I don’t,” Will said, surprising even himself a little. “I don’t know why I ever helped you.” “You like broken things.” Magnus took two strides across the room and seized Will’s face in his long fingers, forcing his chin up. “You are not Sydney Carton,” he said. “What good will it do you to die for James Carstairs, when he is dying anyway?” “Because if I save him, then it is worth
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