“Your darling Everlayne was bitten twelve hours ago. You can do the math. As we speak, my father rides north with the better part of his horde. If you aren’t there to meet him when he arrives at his destination, he’ll see that she makes it through the change and then spends the rest of eternity on her back, being fucked raw by Ammontraíeth’s most depraved residents, one… after another… after another. Or you give him what he wants. It’s that simple.”
