“Because I know the agony of owing a debt you can never pay back,” Eridanys muttered, aggressively shoving the book in his hand back into the pile of clutter. “And you’ve gone this long without becoming as deranged and bloodthirsty as me. Perhaps I think…” he pressed his lips together. Still avoiding Alba’s eyes, like even he didn’t know what he was saying. Or why. “Perhaps I simply think it would be a shame if you ever did.”
