Dain falls back so he walks between Rhiannon and me. “Change your mind.” It’s barely a whisper. “No.” I sound way more confident than I feel. “Change. Your. Mind.” His hand finds mine, concealed by our tight formation as we descend through the passage. “Please.” “I can’t.” I shake my head. “Any more than you would leave Cath and run to the scribes yourself.” “That’s different.” His hand squeezes mine, and I can feel the tension in his fingers, his arm. “I’m a rider.” “Well, maybe I am, too,” I whisper as light appears ahead. I didn’t believe it before, not when I couldn’t leave because my
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Ick! Can he just shut up already?
