“If you have an alternative, I would be more than willing to consider it.” Silence stretched. “I don’t,” I said quietly. “Then do your duty,” Mab said. I opened the door and looked back at her. “I don’t yet,” I said, and I said it hard. “This isn’t over.” Mab gave me the slow blink again. Then she inclined her head by a fraction of an inch, her expression pensive.
