“Be careful tomorrow. Don’t you dare get hurt or die. Understand?” Okot pulls me away, but I feel like I’m leaving three pieces of my heart behind. “You have to win, okay? Protect each other!” I say over my shoulder as Okot continues to lead me further away. “Don’t worry about us, Emelle,” Sylred calls back. “Just take care of yourself.” “And you’d better fucking take care of her, too, lamassu. Anything happens to her, and I’ll do more than just punch you in the throat,” Evert adds.
