Chapter 102

Farren's Point of View

I was terrified. And it wasn't just for my own safety. He had a look in his eyes that told me I wasn't going to talk him out of this. Or even try to convince him that it was a bad idea. Oh no. I had said horrible things to Quintez. Called him a coward. Now the bastard wanted to prove otherwise and would likely get us killed in the process.

At least my death would be mourned but I doubted his would.

There was a difference between bravery and stupidity. I feared this to be the latter instead of the former. Even my little stunt with falling over couldn't help me out of it. Not that I wanted to go with Phaedra. The bitch could burn down with the rest of Makatza. But I didn't want one of my mates in a grave before me.

This felt oddly like he would.

Quintez's pocket knife worked tirelessly against the restraints. Sawed more than cut at the rope fibers. A bead of sweat had formed on his brow from the concentration. After another moment or two, he wiped it away with th