Olivia shoved the gun back towards Lucky, glowering. “I won’t do it, Governor. I’ve spilled enough blood.” She sniffed—were those tears? Why was she crying? “I killed two people to get your fucking mom back in one piece. Probably twice as many of those damn dragon things, maybe more. I can’t keep doing this! So you can go ahead and do whatever’s in your power thanks to being Governor. You want to fucking discipline me, banish me, whatever the hell you want. Kill me, whatever. I almost ate a gun a few times, wouldn’t be that different if someone else pulled the trigger.”