“You have a lot to lose.”
Lucha Obuchii looked up at her captor, her pupils narrowed to pinpricks and as rigid as stone, and smiled.
It was true, she had everything to lose. Everything she had fought for, everything she had tried to protect, all of it could be lost in a single moment.
“What do I have to win?” she replied, her voice soft and steady.
“If you win, I let lover-boy go. I’ll let you keep what you stole, I’ll let you go, and I won’t call the authorities. You won’t ever hear from me again, provided you get out of this zone within 12 hours.”
Her mouth became dry as she suddenly remembered the bed she and Hianti had shared together, such a short time ago.
Could she give it all up, for him?
“I’ll do it.”
Sevio Elsin smiled and chuckled, picked up a flute of Icasean wine from the table and raised it to his lips.
“Good; very good.”