“So if I don’t agree to do this, you’re just going to keep me here as a prisoner?” I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling nauseous. “Think of it as a partnership. If you help us, I’ll help you get home. The way I see it, Peaches, you don’t have much of a choice.” “No?” she snaps, her eyes flaring with anger. “I’d say I do have a choice. I could tell King Thorne the truth and have him put you back in prison.” “He’d probably kill you,” I say bluntly. “Or worse, send you to Dyaspora with us.” “Which means I’m fucked no matter what,” she snaps back. “So the way I see it, you need me more than I need you.
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