“Is anyone going to tell me what’s going on?” I asked in the silence of heavy breaths that followed. “Or are the three of you just going to fuck already?” All three sets of eyes turned to me. The weight of it was enough to make me squirm. “You should have some respect for your betters. Language like that—” Caldamir started, but I’d had enough. “Won’t matter if I’m dead,” I said, squaring my own shoulders despite the way breath seemed to want to evade me. “I’m going to die soon, anyway. So, nothing matters. Right?”
