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Fjord had just wasted his precious chance to get through to Molly by yelling some garbage about fruit salad. Beau wanted to smack herself in the forehead, except she didn’t dare take her eyes off the enemy even for a second. But then … Lucien reacted. It wasn’t much, but Beau was more focused than she’d ever been in her life right now and she had definitely seen his eye twitch.
“It’s working!” she called out to Fjord.
“Oh fuck, really?”
It didn’t make much sense to Beau either, but anything they could do to invoke their old friend in this moment was worth doing, however dumb it seemed. “Yeah, man, keep going!”
Fjord made a weird noise like a groan or a whimper, then took a deep breath and raised his voice. “I said FRUIT SALAD! You can’t ignore me when I say that, Molly. It means you have to stop! You – you told me you’d always listen, you’d always stop right away, no matter what, if I used that, and I’m using it now. You said only the worst kind of asshole would ever break that trust, and I know you’re not that kind of person, that’s why I always trusted you with this! So stop. You’re hurting me. Fruit salad.”
Lucien flinched, and his next blow went wide.
A crossbow bolt came streaking out from behind the layer of fog and hit him in the side, apparently to little effect.
“What the fuck, Fjord?” shrieked Veth’s voice.