“Leave, Cas,” Van said. Castor shook his head, pained. “I can’t.” “You have to,” Van said. It was the smug tone of someone who knew they’d already won the fight. “You may be willing to give up your life, but I know you’re not willing to risk hers.” Van nodded toward Lore. Her lips parted in protest, but Castor drew in a sharp breath and closed his eyes.
