Shock stimulated her memory, and Arianne remembered losing her handbag when Mrs. Rodriguez abducted her. All of her identification documents had been inside. But later, Geralt told her he had gotten those things all “cleaned up”, which was why she had not...
That was a lie too, wasn’t it? Arianne was only stymied from replacing her lost ID and whatnot because this debacle had been developing at breakneck speed since then.
Damn Mateo and his watertight scheme! Just the suggestion — that she might never see Mark and Smore ever again in her life — coursed into her chest before sharpening into an acute agony mangling her heart.
“No! Never! I’ll never leave with you unless I’m dead! Noooo!”
Mateo let her hysterics roll past him without effect. He announced calmly, “You should rest, I have something to attend to, so please excuse me. Friendly reminder: don’t waste time and effort trying to escape this place, fair lady, it’s futile. When we’re finally abroad, I’ll help you reinvent a new identity, complete with a new name. That way, Mark will never be able to find you."
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