Rowan coughed hard like the words were stuck somewhere in his throat, suffocating him. He passed a careful look at Lucian, but the expression on his face was almost comical, so he averted his gaze, trying hard to control how badly he wanted to laugh.
“You don't have to give me that look. I was only giving a suggestion. It's not a big deal,”
“It-is-a-big-deal,” Lucian punctuated the words through gritted teeth. He combed a hand through his hair with a scoff. “How can you even think of something like that? Scratch that, how do you want me to do a thing like that?"
Rowan sighed. “I'm giving you an easy ticket to preserving what you have, or would you rather lose everything and return to the trenches? How do you think Adrian and the others would treat you after hearing your grace to grass s
