“You don’t owe these people a thing.” Low. Rough. Gritty. Tugging at something inside her. “And I sure as fuck don’t. Don’t let them control you.” Morana swallowed. A vein popped on the side of his thick neck. “You want to go to Tenebrae?” he asked softly, his whiskey voice deceptively quiet. ‘With me’, remained unsaid but not unheard. Morana inhaled deeply, her mind clear of everything but her own desires. She nodded.
