Cassandra almost pulls away from him, as he takes her hand. She doesn’t want this. This isn’t RIGHT. But she doesn’t. She plays the part she must. She has no choice. There’s a tangled snarl of emotions in her chest as he apologises. There’s nothing he can do, either. They’d taken him. Turned him.
And now he’s going to turn her. She’s going to die at her brother’s hand, and it doesn’t matter that she’ll come back as something else. She’ll still die. Better him, though. Better him than someone else to use her cruelly. An they would. Particularly if it were one of their enemies.
She can’t breathe. Her chest is so tight she’s breathing in short, panicked gasps, her heart pounding in her ears. But she’s used to hiding her panic, her terror and she forces her breathing to steady even though she feels as though she’s choking.
He pulls her into a hug and she clings to him desperately, despite herself. Gods, he’s so cold. “They rigged the Finding,” she murmurs, voice small and meant for his ears only. “They rigged it, to force me here.” It doesn’t matter, but she needs to tell him. He needs to know.
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And now he’s going to turn her. She’s going to die at her brother’s hand, and it doesn’t matter that she’ll come back as something else. She’ll still die. Better him, though. Better him than someone else to use her cruelly. An they would. Particularly if it were one of their enemies.
She can’t breathe. Her chest is so tight she’s breathing in short, panicked gasps, her heart pounding in her ears. But she’s used to hiding her panic, her terror and she forces her breathing to steady even though she feels as though she’s choking.
He pulls her into a hug and she clings to him desperately, despite herself. Gods, he’s so cold. “They rigged the Finding,” she murmurs, voice small and meant for his ears only. “They rigged it, to force me here.” It doesn’t matter, but she needs to tell him. He needs to know.