Yann's brow twitched beneath the palm he used to cover his forehead. Was this really how it ended? What about his profits?
Why did he suddenly feel abandoned?
He clutched his chest, taking a deep breath. "Will you leave me behind because of a moment of carelessness? Everything I said was to protect us—to protect you. You think you've struck a good deal with Robert, but you don't know what danger you've barely avoided!"
He swung his palm between them, almost screaming. "You're strong, but that same strength makes you underestimate the college, Brineheart, and its nobles! There is no escape if they decide to hunt you down—you hear me, Adam? No escaping, not when the youngest of their leaders are centuries-old magi!"
