Phantom Hollow You can't just snap your fingers and expect me to be there.

The ringing in his head was one thing, the pounding in his neck, but her voice brought something new to the equation. He found himself trying to ignore her; but she spoke of things he knew he needed, even if he did not want to admit it to himself, and it all came down to one sentiment.

In exchange for...?

Everything was transactional. Ursus had taught him that much. Moonglow had forced the message through, loud and clear. He'd hurt them and so they'd hurt him back. If this woman was going to offer him something like life - what sort of trade was she after?