![]() That I can trust you with my life the way you can trust me with yours. I want to believe that what we had really meant something, even now. I know you aren't a coward and you aren't a killer. "But I don't want to believe that, Elaine. I'll let those thorns close on you halfway through and kill you for her. "For all you know," Elaine said, "it will happen a third time. " I let that sink in for a second before I added, quietly, "And I don't understand how you could betray me like that. I don't understand how you can stand here and let that girl die. I don't understand how you can stand by and let her do the things she's done. "I don't understand why you're helping her. And if Aurora finishes what she's doing, I'm dead anyway. "If you were going to kill me, you've already had your chance. And I am going through those thorns, with your help or without it. "You're going to go up against Aurora? Alone?"Įlaine bit her lip, looking away from me. I lowered my staff and looked from the thorns back to Elaine. If you're holding the thorns off you, you won't be able to defend yourself. "If you start pushing through, Aurora will sense it and she'll tear you apart. They'll just fall back into place when your concentration wavers. "That'll be like holding open a screen door, Harry. "And they won't burn, either," Elaine added. I scowled at the barrier and settled my grip on my staff. If one of them scratches you, you'll be paralyzed in a couple of minutes. Those thorns aren't just pointy, they're poisonous. There was a surge of gentle power, and the wind pinning me to the ground abruptly vanished. She muttered something to herself and then said, "Here. Then she smoothed her features over, her eyes falling half closed, and spread her gloved hands over my chest. "That's because you always were a little dense, Harry," she said, her voice tart. "I'd say I was glad to see you, but I'm not sure. I went through a bunch of heated emotions, and I didn't have time for any of them. Elaine's wheat-brown hair spilled down, escaping from the bun it had been tied in, and she jerked it all the way down irritably. She swung down from the faerie steed, reached up, and took off the masked helm. The spear drove into the earth beside my neck, and the rider hissed in an impatient female voice, "Hold still. ![]()
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