“We need to send him back,” I whispered. “Belikon needs to know what I’m now capable of. That he will never bend us to his will. All of this and more.” Fisher didn’t blink. “Does he need his fingers to impart that message?” I laughed shakily, rubbing my thumb along his jawline. “Send him back. We aren’t like them.” He looked like he wanted to argue, but then his shoulders sagged. Reluctantly, he got to his feet. “You are the only thing that keeps my moral compass pointing north, Little Osha,” he rumbled.
