“Would you kill me if necessary?” The question startled me into silence. So we stared at each other, a dying monster in my arms, and I realized that he was asking for the same mercy. That if he became a monster, if he lost control, he’d want a quick death. “Yes,” I whispered. “If I must.” “Swear it.” There was an intensity, an edge, to his voice that made it difficult to breathe. “I swear it.” “I will hold you to that vow.” He dropped his gaze to the tarkin. “Odessa.” He used my first name so rarely, whenever he did, I paid attention. “You asked for my name,” he said. “You told me I had to
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