Despair gnawed at me. If Demos felt any hint of that emotion, it wasn’t evident. His eyes were steady, focused. “I won’t let you die. You know that, don’t you?” I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it once more. “Demos…” “I saw your face in that tent. When Stillcrest said we would die. And I want you to know, I will do whatever it takes to keep you alive, Asinia. You’re going to live through this. I promise.”