“If you kill him, then you go back on our deal. I need his help. Promise that you will not murder him.” He grumbled something under his breath. “I want to hear you say it, Silas.” I kept my eyes on him. He averted his gaze. “Silas!” I put pressure on the needle. “Fine!” he hissed. “I won’t.” “You won’t what?” “I won’t kill him.” “Or maim?” “I won’t maim or kill him.” “I’m glad we are in agreement.”
