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Orin didn’t respond. His relationship with Sahira wasn’t any of the demon’s business, and if he tried to push it, Orin would make sure he regretted the decision.
“She deserves better,” Zeth said.
“Maybe so,” Orin agreed, “butI’mwhat she’ll have.”
Zeth’s eyes narrowed before he shifted his attention to the road again. Orin thumbed the handle of his dagger as he contemplated slitting the demon’s throat.
They might require the demon’s help to get through this realm, but Orin wasn’t sure it was worth keeping him alive. However, it would infuriate Sahira if he killed her friend.
No, it wouldhurther if you killed him.
And it would hurt her; she had a heart and cared for her friends. She’d be pissed and devastated if he killed this sanctimonious bastard, but it would be fun.
She’d truly hate him if he did, and not just claim to. She’d never forgive him for killing Zeth.
The certainty of that stayed his hand, and finally, it fell away from his dagger. He couldn’t believe he was letting a woman have any influence over this decision, but if she wasn’t involved, he probably wouldn’t feel so much animosity toward the demon.
She kept fucking with his world, and while he thoroughly enjoyed sex with her, it was starting to annoy him. They had to get out of this realm so he could get away from her and get his head on straight again.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-SIX
The brownies gathered closerbut didn’t say anything as Puth and Eisel moved to the front. Behind the leaders stood four more brownies, each with a tiny bundle tied to their backs.
Orin eyed the tiny bags and spears in their hands.That can’t be good.
But before he could learn more, Sahira and Elsa returned. The door creaked as it swung shut behind them.
“We have four who would like to go with you,” Puth said.
“No,” Orin said while Elsa and Sahira said, “Sure.”
Orin turned to face them. “They can’t climb those mountains, and they’ll only slow us down.”
Not to mention these two witches would risk themselves to save these rodents, especially Sahira. He wasn’t about to let her endanger herself for some rats.
“They don’t have to climb the mountains,” Sahira replied. “They can ride in our packs, on our shoulders, or in our pockets. They probably each weigh five pounds at most; that won’t slow us down. They’ll be fine.”
“They’ll be a distraction.”
“We want out of here too,” Puth said. “These four would like to help make that happen. More of us would go, but we have children to care for; we can’t leave or take them with us.”
“Of course you can’t,” Sahira said sympathetically.
Orin rolled his eyes; it was already starting.
“We also thought that sending more than four would result in a bigger protest,” Puth said.
Puth gave Orin a pointed look; Orin smiled in return. The man was right, but none of these little hairballs were going with them.
“If you manage to get free,” Puth continued, “they won’t forget us and will find a way to help us break free too.”
Orin admired their determination, but they couldn’t have these four little vermin tagging along with them. “We’ll make sure to let your people know you’re alive and where you are when we get free.”
“Not good enough,” Puth replied.
Everybody wanted to piss him off and argue with him today. What was so difficult about just doing what he said? He’d survivedfarmore battles than anyone else here; he was trying to keep them all alive and safe.
“You’re fighting over something that shouldn’t be an argument,” Sahira said.
