“Min…” she frowned and skimmed fingers through her hair, blowing air past her lips with a sigh. “I kind of owe him my life. It’s not that simple. I wish it could be—i-it’s not fair, I know there’s nothing fair about it, but…” she sniffled and shrugged. “What am I going to do, kill him? It doesn’t work that way—even if I wish it did."
"Or you could – I don’t know. Say no? He doesn’t own you. Tell him to fuck off and go back to Narnia. It’s not that difficult.”
