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No.
I couldn’t do it.
I wouldn’t.
Folk glared at me, his gaze filled with a dangerous kind of crazy. “Get up.”
I didn’t want to.
“Get up,” he commanded.
My body obeyed without my permission and I stood up from my chair, my hands still balled into fists. I was trembling, in fear, with anger, but he didn’t care. None of the Ravens did.
“Show me your loyalty,” Folk taunted. “Take his soul and reassure him.”
My voice shook. “N-No.”
The room was dead silent as everyone stared at me.
Folk chuckled in disbelief. “No? Did she just say no to me?”
“Commander,” Dagwood tried.
“No!” He shoved the man out of the way as he stomped towards me. “Nobody refuses me.”
I flinched, my fading bruises tingling as they remembered the force behind his beating. If he wanted, he could kill me with h
