Chapter XIX
“STAND BACK,” I SHOUTED.
“Let us kill him,” one of the baseborns said.
“Did he kill anyone today?” I asked, every part of my body getting heavier by the minute. I’d stolen a little blood, but not enough to heal me, nor to compensate for the strain of the battle.
“No, but—”
“But nothing. This one hasn’t killed anyone. Not today, not on any other day. We can’t just murder him.”
“He would have,” the baseborn said, his voice meeker than before.
“He hasn’t. That’s the only thing that matters.”
“What do you want us to do with him?” Anukh asked, stepping in front of the others. His long dark hair was a tangled mess, drops of blood staining his clothes. He cradled his right arm in his left, dispelling the impeccable vision I had of him.
“Keep him sedated and lock him up at the
