Chapter 6
Vina expected Yoren to fight back, to scramble for a brick, a bottle—anything—to make a last stand.
But what Yoren said next was completely at odds with the fear in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, but I'm the leader of the Glasgow Gang. I won't be soft-hearted. I never have been, I'm not now, and I won't be in the future."
His voice was steady, but his trembling hands betrayed him.
"Wait."
"I'm sorry, but I'll make it quick."
"No—you can't kill me."
Vina raised her black warhammer, its weight effortlessly poised in her grip.
"Give me one good reason."
Yoren's mind raced, filtering through every scrap of knowledge he had about this world, every detail he had pulled from his own reality. There had to be something—
Then, a spark of clarity.