“When Arobynn ordered us to do things like that, we never said no.” “We had no choice. But we do now.” Once they left Rifthold, they’d never have to make a choice like that again—they could create their own codes. Sam looked at her, his expression so haunted and bleak it made her sick. “But there was always that part. That part that did enjoy it when it was someone who truly deserved it.” “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, there was always that part. But we still had a line, Sam—we still stayed on the other side of it. Lines don’t exist for someone like Farran.”
