“No. I’m not looking to let you go.” “You might not have a choice.” “Why do you say that? Have you seen something I should know about?” he asks, like I’m hiding something from him. I point my thumb over my shoulder to the window at my back. “Yeah,” I scoff, “I just saw two people get killed over me.” “That’s war, Kricket. People die.” “They do,” I agree. “Badly. But some live. Maybe I don’t want to be one of them. Anyway, how am I supposed to defend myself without a weapon?” “You weren’t speaking of defense just now, you were looking for a way out, and I promise you that I’ll never give you
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