“Please,” I whisper, and my insides scream. “Take me to him.” Lanying picks up her pace, and I grab her sleeve.
“No way, sister,” she hisses. “You don’t want to go there.” My feet stumble to keep up with her.
“I need to see him.” I heave and halt. My stomach throws up a protest again.
“You can’t.” She throws her arm around my middle and holds me up. “Not where he is.” Her sleeve swipes across my forehead. She presses my cheek in the fur that hems the lapels of her coat.
“Then at least show me,” I say. “Show me where they keep him.” My fingers crawl into the smooth silver lining underneath her coat.
Her chest rises with reluctance, and her stance hardens under my palms.
“Please.” I slide my fingertips along her jawline, and her body softens with a shallow sigh.
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