“And why would you care if I was breathing?” “I was chained to you.” The hard reality. “Oh, right,” I answered, feeling slightly deflated. “No fun being attached to a corpse. Dead weight and all.” “I also knew you might be useful. I’d seen your quick—” He paused as if he regretted the admission, so I finished his thought for him. “Takedown? When I nailed you against the wall back in Hell’s Mouth?” “Yes.” At least there was some degree of honesty in him.”
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Mary E. Pearson,
Dance of Thieves
