He’d set his jaw. He’d come to a decision. I braced, waiting for a shadow gate to coalesce, but… “If you come, will you stay right by me?” he asked. My knees wanted to buckle. I answered quickly, before he could rethink this. “Yes. Absolutely yes.” “And if I tell you to stay somewhere until danger passes?” “I’ll stay.” “And if I tell you to run?” “I’ll run.” He narrowed his beautiful eyes at me. “Swear it.” “A promise doesn’t bind me the way it binds you.” “I know. But humans still make promises to each other, even though they can be broken, don’t they? Because they trust the other to honor
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