“Come with me,” Arathorn said, eyes pleading with him.
Murlé avoided eye contact, saying, “I . . . I can’t,” shaking with fear he would accept the Princes’ generous offer.
“Please—you’re not meant for the FFA,” Arathorn countered, holding out his paw, bullets whizzed above the chopper. “Don’t allow them to corrupt the last bit of good in you.”
He hesitated, heart pounding louder than the chopper propellers as he took hold of the Prince’s paw.
A storm was brewing, but this one had nothing to do with the weather. He’d just deserted his cause, there was no turning back.
Murlé avoided eye contact, saying, “I . . . I can’t,” shaking with fear he would accept the Princes’ generous offer.
“Please—you’re not meant for the FFA,” Arathorn countered, holding out his paw, bullets whizzed above the chopper. “Don’t allow them to corrupt the last bit of good in you.”
He hesitated, heart pounding louder than the chopper propellers as he took hold of the Prince’s paw.
A storm was brewing, but this one had nothing to do with the weather. He’d just deserted his cause, there was no turning back.
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