Void glanced down at Reiner's hand clamped around his arm, tight, like a steel vice. Reiner's forearm was taut, muscles locked with tension.
"Let go of me," Void said quietly, but his voice was starting to sharpen.
Reiner didn't budge. His eyes were fierce, insistent. "Not until you agree."
Void exhaled, then tried to shake him off, once, twice, but the grip didn't loosen. He yanked his arm, rough, but Reiner yanked back harder. Void stumbled.
"Don't be stupid, Earl Reiner Jürgen Von Wilhelm," Void growled. "This isn't a damn game. If you want to die, fine, go die alone. Don't drag me into it with you!"
"If dying means giving him a shot at living, then I'll die. But you're the one responsible for Glen Lancaster. That means you're coming with me."
Void snarled and yanked his arm again, this time breaking free. He stepped back, face tight.
"You're insane," he spat. "I never said I was responsible for that little bastard!"
