I would die here. I wouldn’t even be able to make it back to him, so that we could die together. “A small favor, then,” the whisper said. “We will do it for a favor. And for a restoration of balance. And for love.” I burst into tears. “What kind of favor?” I choked out. “As we said. A small one.” A small favor. That was vague enough to ring all kinds of alarm bells, but it was the best I was going to get. I would deal with the consequences of whatever foolishness this was later.
