Anastasia resumed tapping the table. "So you want a deal with us," she remarked, "—knowing fully well that it is your son who needs help." She leaned forward. "And knowing fully well that we are running out of time." She let out a low growl which would have surprised her in a normal situation, but nothing was normal here. "What if we actually run out of time? Do you think I will spare you?" Her threat was so cold and dangerous that Siora flinched.
"Well, you have to vow to Lore that you will let me live," Siora repeated. "And you better make the decision as soon as possible." She paused to turn her face to the windows on her left. The rustle of wind was sharp against the wood. It reminded them of the time. It was passing fast.
Without giving it a thought, Anastasia said, "I vow—"
"Wait!" Iona interrupted.
