Her green eyes were steady as she looked at me. “What makes us different from anyone else? Why must we not pay a cost for freedom? Is it everyone else’s job to sacrifice so that we can enjoy the benefits of their payment? Nay. Freedom isn’t free, Libby. The price is far greater than anyone realizes.” She linked her elbow through mine and led me back into the sitting room. It smelled of orange and clove pomanders and fresh pine. “By the end of this, our lives will look far different than we can imagine.”
