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Lancelet glared. “It’s none of your concern. At least we’re quiet and subtle, unlike you and your mate.”
I hooted loudly. “Quiet and subtle? Is that what you think? I mean, I know Guinevere doesn’t think that. Because by the Three, that woman is shockingly loud. But you? Yes, I suppose you just might be that naive about the soundproof-ness of your tent. But believe me, it is not soundproof. At all. Not by a longshot.”
Lancelet had gone red to the roots of her short blonde hair. “Shut up.”
“Why? What’s the problem?” I grinned. “I’m just glad you’re finally getting some well-deserved... Ouch! Stop pinching me!”
“Don’t speak about her like that,” Lancelet snapped.
I shook my head. “You’re so far gone. Well, I suppose it’s a good thing.”
“A good thing?”
“At least there’s one person you’ll smile for. One person you’ll have to take care of you when...” I trailed off as I realized what I’d been about to say.
Lancelet was staring at me. I quickly looked away.
“When what? When you’re gone?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s possible, right? We don’t know what’s ahead.”
“I certainly don’t. You and Guinevere on the other hand? Who knows.”
I took a deep breath. “I’m not going to let her die for me. I can promise you that much.”
Lancelet didn’t look all that reassured. “But you? You’ll let yourself die?”
“I won’t let myself. But I won’t deny there might not be much escaping it.”
There. I’d admitted it.
Draven thought he might die saving me. Well, that wasn’t going to happen.
If it took a death, it was going to be mine. I knew that to my core.
“But... Guinevere.”
“I need her for now.” I looked away. “But she’s not going all the way with me. I won’t allow it.”
“Good luck stopping her,” Lancelet said, sinking down onto the ground and plucking a blade of grass. “She’s more stubborn than I am.”
“And that’s saying something. I know. But she’s not. Coming with me, I mean.” I hesitated. “Neither are you.”
Lancelet was back on her feet in an instant. “Like hell I’m not.”
“You’re not.” My voice was sharp as steel. “As your friend, I won’t allow it.”
Lancelet glowered. “And as your friend, I don’t think you can tell me what to do. You’re the empress of Myntra, lest you forget. Not the empress of Pendrath. You might have been my queen, sure. But you refused that honor. Your choice, Morgan. Your choice.”
I sighed. “Look, I’m not fighting about this. But you will stay behind. If you want to protect Guinevere, you’ll have to.”
Lancelet looked at me for a long moment then sank back down onto the rock. “Fuck. Well, fuck.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “I’m sure what you’d really like to say is ‘Fuck you, Morgan.’”
She grinned. “Many times.”
“Feel free. I feel like saying it to myself sometimes.”
