““Even if you escaped this place, which is impossible,” Death said, “you would never reach her. I glanced up at Death. “So my plan should be to wait here, docile, until you murder me? Along with the rest of your lackeys?” Saying these words out loud was like a corner turned, a line crossed. One answer rang through me. Never. After my mother’s sacrifice for me, I’d be damned if I rolled over now. I owed it to her to fight. I had a new mission: self-preservation. I had to get this cuff off, so I could protect myself from Death. Sooner or later the novelty of having me here, his princess in the tower, would wear off. I needed to be ready. “Why didn’t you tell me about Jack earlier? And Matthew? Why not just torpedo me from the beginning?” “My reasons are my own. But I did warn you not to give Deveaux your innocence.” I rolled my eyes at his terminology. “Really, Father Time? And what business is it of yours anyway?””
