“If you get me lost in here, I swear—” Milo hummed. “What, you’ll stab me and then drag around my dead body and hope the witches find you instead?” They glared at him. “Not every hit is a kill hit. I could maim you.” “Maim, huh? What would you do, take off a pinky?” “I think I’d start with your fucking hand so I can finally get these damned cuffs off!”
