“Is it too dangerous to go see her?” I asked cautiously, remembering what Madam Healer had said about me needing a ‘champion.’”
“It can be—it depends on her mood.” He frowned. “But Sarah, I think we have to go. You need to be free of this binding.”
“I want to be free of it,” I said. “But I don’t want to put you in danger.”
Rath rumbled laughter.
“Look who you’re talking to! I’m a fucking Orc,” he reminded me. “If I can’t handle a little danger, I might as well have my tusks pulled out and grow a pair of wings like a fairy.”
“Okay, well…” I wasn’t sure what to say to that. “You really don’t mind helping me? I mean, you hardly know me.”
“I think we both know that isn’t true.” He cupped my cheek in one big hand and looked searchingly into my eyes. “We might not have known each other for very long, but that doesn’t make us strangers. Far from it, baby.”