“But you did. By the grace of gods or forces or fate, you escaped.” “The gods did nothing. It was you, Maevyth. By the grace of a flitting rope that you managed to tug hard enough.” With a hand against his cheek, I guided his anguished eyes to mine. “Should you slip into that state again, I will grab that rope with both hands and pull you back.” The furrow in his brow deepened. “And if it doesn’t work next time?” “I won’t let go. I promise.”
