“Linsora, pay attention to me,” he said.
She stared at the tips of his boots. Darker now, only his voice and his boots and the stifling cage. His voice pounded in her ears.
“I advised you not to push me, Khizaran. If I thought it would do any good, I’d have the guards beat some sense into you.” Gordek remained seated at the table. “I suspect you would die long before you’d consider behaving with reason.”
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