“If Amarantha offered us a slim shot at survival,” Rhys said, his gaze unflinching, “then I would not give a shit that she made me fuck her for all those years.” Cassian flinched. The entire room flinched. “If Amarantha showed up at that door right now,” Rhys snarled, pointing toward the foyer entry, “and said she could buy us a chance at defeating Hybern, at keeping all of you alive, I would thank the fucking Cauldron.” Mor shook her head, tears slipping free again. “You don’t mean that.” “I do.”
STOP THIS. STOP IT. STOP HURTING EACH OTHER. NO YOU DON’T MEAN IT AT ALL RHYS. YOU LIAR. I DON’T BELIEVE IT FOR A FUCKIGN SECOND. YOU’D KILL HER YOU WOULDN’T LET HER TAKE ANOTHER STEP. STOP MAKING MOR FEEL SELFISH STOP PRETENDING STOP STOP STOP.