The Heartrender’s gray eyes burned bravely. She looked the Tidemaker dead in the face and held his gaze. “You have to let me go,” she hissed, “because if you don’t, my sister’s death will be on your hands.”
The Tidemaker didn’t relinquish his grip. “If I let you go, then I’ll be responsible for your death. There’s still a chance the Healer could make it out.”
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