Theon shot to his feet. “Okay with all this? I’m okay with none of this, Luka,” he said, his voice rising. “I am not okay with Tessa being in Faven. I am not okay with speaking to her once a day, if that. I am not okay with my time running out. I am not okay with not being able to feel her, see her, touch her. I am not okay with the fact my father wants to see me first thing in the morning. I am not fucking okay, so I’m entrusting her to you during those times. Because at least in this, in this one fucking thing, I have some godsdamn control.”
