“Linsora!” He leaped to his feet, using her name as a reprimand. “Stop that! You can't win! I came here to be conciliatory, accept that at least. Had I been through what you have recently, I wouldn’t be inclined toward friendliness either.” He paused, adding in a tone tinged with a threat that struck her as more natural, “My allowances for you are limited. Remember that you cannot win. It’s pointless for us to waste energy battling each other.”
Linsora opened her mouth, planning to remark that she had plenty of energy to spare. Before she spoke, a sharp whip of, she wasn’t sure what brushed past her mind. It had the taste of Gordek and something that was not pain but held the promise of pain. I can’t fight you, she thought. Not yet. But your pompous confidence won’t last forever. That much I can promise both of us.
She ground her teeth and kept her anger to herself.
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