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“When do you want me to do this?”

“In the arena. After your match.”

“And you will release me after? You’ll make sure a boat gets me off this island?”

“But of course. Have I ever lied to you?”

No, he hasn’t. The Irish Butcher, for all his flaws, kept his word.

“Then you have a deal. Can I go now?” I asked, and he nodded.

“Surinam?” I halted when he called my name.

“Don’t betray me. You won’t like what happens if you do.”