“This is your game, August. You asked for it. And we aren’t finished playing because you haven’t asked to stop.” Jack was close. His breath skittered across August’s eyelids, making him shiver. “I’m sorry I made you angry. But don’t ever run away from me. You shouldn’t abandon your king. It’s … dishonorable. Unchivalrous. Cowardly. You can’t leave me behind,” the Wicker King hissed.
