“He’s trapped there forever,” Lara said. “No. He’s safe there until we can find a way to cure him,” I said. She regarded me with flat eyes. “And as a happy side effect, if I wish to protect his life, now I must invest resources in protecting yours.” That hadn’t been what I’d been planning at all. And yet . . . by Lara’s standards, that’s exactly what I’d done. There is plenty of daylight between intentions and results. Intentions are fine things, but they don’t stanch bleeding or remove scars. Or heal broken brothers. Man. I hadn’t planned it like that. Had I? Maybe I’d been hanging around Mab
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