“Don’t worry, sprite. You’ll remember soon.” I had no idea why he kept calling me by the name of a soda, but dammit, I wouldn’t remember anything after we hit the ground.
As the edges of my vision darkened, I could only think of one thing I could do. I drew back my foot … and kicked the guy in the crotch. My toes met metal, and I felt something snap.
“You won’t be with Finnian or anyone else,” he growled. “I couldn’t handle it, sprite. We have enough stacked against us—don’t make things harder than they need to be.” His face softened, and he released his hold, his hand running down my arm. “Please.”
He kissed my cheek, his lips lingering there as he said, “Stay safe. Fight. Kill. Do whatever it takes for you to come back here tonight. I’ve got to go, but I’ll be there, watching.”