That may well have been true, but Dev still had a few principles to which she adhered rigidly—and not abandoning a friend was one of them. “Nonsense, we’ll be okay. Gros, Roscil, come back here. Grgat can put his arms around your shoulders and you can support him.”
Larramac turned to face her, open revolt in his eyes. “We can’t let him drag us down with him,” he said. “If he can’t keep up, let him stay behind. We all knew the risks when we started out.”
It was all Dev could do to hold her temper in restraint. They had no time for a shouting match. “In case you’ve forgotten,” she said through nearly clenched teeth, “we need Grgat to be our liaison to the rest of Dascham once we’ve eliminated the gods. He was the one who promised you the reward, remember?”
The expression of rebellion wave
