“If something happens to me, it happens.” She shrugged. “And what about if something happens to you, and others—fools that they are—come running after you to help? Then what?” Vice scoffed. They should know she’d be fine. She didn’t need anyone chasing after her, saving her—she hadn’t needed that in a long time. When she’d been young and stupid enough to believe she needed rescuing, the gods had taught her just how much of a foolish notion that was. Her thumb ran over the smooth opal ring on her left hand. She clenched her jaw for a second. “Then make sure they don’t come after me. I can look
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