Gus, my boy, had been left tied to this mystery pole out in the rain. His lips had already turned blue and he didn't look up when I splashed down in front of him.
My hands fluttered over him, but only for a moment.
Miur appeared at my shoulder.
"Lilly, we have to go."
A half-formed, desperate plan ran through my hand and I grabbed on to my broken finger. I couldn't help but squeak in pain as I slid off the ring, somehow knowing I'd be successful in taking it off where Matsu had not.
At my sound, Gus looked up.
"Lilly?" he said it so quietly, I didn't hear it over the rain.
I held my hand out towards Miur. "Give me a knife."
A knife appeared in my hand. It could have been the very same one Miur had used to cut through a man's throat.
I went at the thick rope tying Gus there. In my
