“Roark, will you bring him here when I ask?” Not if I ask, only when I ask. As though Smith’s role in our war is inevitable. She never intended to let him go free, despite my interference. She assumes I’ll obey this time, that I’ve learned my lesson from our prior argument. She assumes I’ll cleave to my familial duty. She forgets that is no longer my sole concern. I have no intention of handing over Smith. Of letting anyone else near him. I want to make her bleed for asking.
