“Barns, a patron deal is a soul bond. It’s soul magic.” He winced at that and glanced up at the shadows still shielding us from the worst of the heat. They were behaving for now, but only out of preservation and defense. Who knew what they’d do if I left them out for too long. “The only way to stop whatever he’s doing is to break his patron bond. I can’t—I swore I wasn’t going to mess with that shit anymore.” “He’ll die—” “And that was his choice,” I snapped back.
