“Yes, I understand,” she said, her gaze riveted to mine.
“Between the time we get off this hovercraft and the time you board the starliner, you will remain beside me, our arms intertwined. Any attempt to escape, or even disengage, and I will kill you instantly. It may not be worth it for Constantine Strange to kill you. After all, he is the gladborn Governor of Catalonia. But it is very much worth it for Allison Strange to kill you. After all, she's only a labgrown scribe.” I smiled. “It's an act she'd enjoy immensely.”
“You're a monster,” she hissed.
“You did your work well,” I replied.
She looked down and away, struggling to hold her composure. When she looked up, no sign of struggle remained.
I watched her throughout the trip to the spaceport, a thirty-minute ride. Our hovercraft w
