"That’s it exactly. Are you truly so willing to bargain with the lives of your friends?”

If she refuses Tarn will march right out to that village and start by weeding out the weak; he’s sure Sonia knows as much.

"And Miles, well… He’s rather small. I’m sure he’d break easily. “ Tarn’s expression tightens, growing cold. He’s not playing games anymore. “What will it be, Princess?"