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“The ground?”

Ian turned around and gave me a cocked eyebrow

Then it came to me “The cliff…”

Ian faced forward again “You should have figured that out a long tio”

Now I understood We were going to the bottom of the cliff “What’s down there?”

Ian released a laugh “What’s down there? Are you serious?”

Was I ? “Would I risk insult if I weren’t serious?”

“She doesn’t know” Mastodon’s deep voice ca boys into her roo waited on hand and foot by her servants”

So, he had seen Quinn “You think you know me?” I turned around and met his look of wrath with h to tell you everything you need to know?”

He ca his dark face “Yes” He stopped directly in front of me “The warht before your eyes You’re too naïve, too stupid to see the blood directly beneath your feet”

I shookabout “I’m sorry about your mother—”

His hand shot out to rip in a flash “Don’t talk about her” He gave me a hard shove

I lostbetween thethe curve in the wall down below My back struck it with a thud, and then I jerked up, the world still spinning slightly

“Do not talk about ing him closer to me “Don’t speak with empathy when you have none Don’t pretend to care about the shoulders you stand on” His boots thudded every tiainst the walls “Don’t pretend you’re any less vile than the bastard who took everything from me”

My back was so sore

But I’d let hell freeze over before I complained

Time and distance couldn’t be measured, so I wasn’t sure what ue? Some internal clock? In the curve of the wall, they settled for the night, unrolling their bedrolls and getting ready for sleep

Mastodon got his bed ready but didn’t cliainst the wall, an ar intense and bored at the saave a quiet whistle then nodded to the bedroll

“I’ to you?”

“You really want me to answer that?”