Chapter 46: The Set-up

I gaped at him. 

"Did you just-"

"Yes." He was staring at me, taking careful note of my expressions. "Let's."

No. No, no, no, no.

This couldn't be it. 

I gulped, staring straight into Reynard's sea-green eyes. No way he could mean what he had just said. Not after we had come so far. 

"Let's what?" My voice was barely a whisper.

His eyes didn't leave my face. "I'm proposing that we let you die."

I scowled. "As in, literally? You're not serious, are you?"

He leaned back and stretched his hands behind his head and then stood up. He exhaled, slowly. 

"Of course, I'm not serious," he said, smiling his usual, mischievous smile.

I stood up too. "You do know that we aren't in a position to joke right now, yes?"

His smile grew further, the glint in his eyes dancing around in a frenzy. "But we are in a position to propose a good plan, right? I'm saying that we fake your death."