Defiance c j redwine

Turning to Quinn, I speak in a voice as hard as the packed dirt beneath us. “I need to know what they mean. You told me men are looking for this. Clearly my father didn’t want them to have it, or he would’ve just returned it. The leader of my city is looking for it too.”

“Rachel, that’s enough.” M elkin’s voice is low and furious.

I ignore him.

“If you don’t tell me everything I need to know, people may die. I might die. And you said yourself, you didn’t want my father’s …” Death? Sacrifice? I can’t put his loss into words.

There aren’t any terrible enough to convey how empty I am without him. M y hand creeps up to clutch the leather pouch I wear around my neck, and Quinn’s eyes are sympathetic.

I hate him for it.

“You said Dad was a hero.” I throw the words at him. “You said he died saving you.”

“Yes.” “I’m not asking you to die. I’m not asking you to risk anything but the truth. You can be a hero if you just tell me the truth.”

“Your father didn’t want you to use that.” He looks at the wand.

“You have no idea what my father wanted.”

He looks wounded, and the fury inside me lashes out. I grab the wand and wave it in his face. “What does this do? Tell me!”

“Stop!” Willow shoves herself between us. “Leave him alone.”