“If you stay, I stay,” Sorscha said. “You cannot convince me otherwise.” “Please,” he said, because he didn’t have it in him to yell, not with the deaths of those people hanging over him. “Please …” But she brushed her thumb across his cheek. “Together. We’ll face this together.” And it was selfish and horrible of him, but he put up no further argument.
Sorscha and Dorian 🫶🏼🥺
