“If you die,” she hissed to him, fire in her eyes, “the rest of us will follow. One by one. Me, Lerac, Wynn, even Mitis. And then? Our families. Cjehu, Sykel, Jaera, Tiernan, Tors, Lerac’s family. If you die, he gets what he wants. If you die, TAAron, Malum wins. Don’t let that happen. Don’t let him win, because if he wins now, he will just keep winning. Until there’s nothing left but him.” She paused. “Don’t let me down like that.”