Sarhita looked at him, at the mansion where more soldiers were emerging, and at the blood that dripped from his fingers. Her eyes searched his face, looking for the man she'd come to care for beneath the monster he was displaying.
"Please," he said quietly, and something in that single word—some vulnerability, some plea for trust—made her decision.
"Okay," she said.
"Okay, I'm coming."
She entered the ship with Scarlett following close behind, the two women eyeing each other warily as they strapped into acceleration couches.
Though Scarlet was in awe at the height and color of the elf she was seeing.
Jamie burst from the mansion, blood chains broken through sheer force of will and desperation. Lukas limped behind him, one leg dragging where Jorghan's restraints had damaged muscle and tendon.
"Grace!" Jamie roared.
"You son of a bitch, give her back!"
