Dead silence. He could hear himself breathing, hear the blood throbbing in his ears. “I have no intention of marrying. And I have no intention of dying, either, whether I am supposed to live again or not. I walk around with holes in my memory, holes in my life, and you stare at me like idiots. If I had my way, I would want those holes filled, but at least answers to my questions might fill some in my future. You have to answer—!” “Done,” one of the men growled, and Mat blinked.
