Then, Emilia's soft but firm tone. "There's another option."
I turned to her.
She hesitated like weighing whether or not to utter it. And then she gazed at me straight on "We use my dad"
Ethan sat up abruptly "What?"
She gulped "Marcus loves power. My dad has power. If we can set them against each other"
Ethan leapt to standing "You're insane"
Emilia away "You've got a better plan?"
"Yes. One that doesn't involve turning you over to a man who left you to die!" Ethan strode back and forth, hair disheveled, eyes blazing. "Your father will never rescue you, Emilia. He sold you to Marcus once before. Why would he not do it again?"
Emilia's fshrankists clenched. "Because this time, I'll take it from him."
I watched her closely.
She wasn't afraid.
Not of Marcus. Not of her father.
She'd already embraced the worst possible outcome.
And that scared me half to death.
"Emilia," I said slowly, "what are you going to do?"
