“If you have to do it, then at least make sure it’s quick.” A band of iron cinched tight around my chest. She thought I was going to put the poor creature out of its misery. She thought that, and she had still handed him over to me. She’d trusted me to do what had needed to be done, to save her companion from pain… I shook my head, smiling softly. “I told you. He’s going to be fine, Osha. I promise.”
