“I wish you luck, Laia,” he says. “But I have my own mission. If you’re in trouble, I can’t help.” “I am not expecting you to,” I say. “But if something happens to me—” “Defeat in the mind is defeat on the—” “You Blackcliff types and all your sayings.” I kick his boot. “Listen, for skies’ sake. If something happens, be a brother to Darin for me. Swear you will.” “I don’t—” He takes in my scowl and nods. “I promise,” he says. “Thank you, Soul Catcher.” “Elias,” he says after a moment, the slightest bit of warmth entering those cold gray eyes. “From you I prefer Elias.”
