The wind enters through his mouth and Strange takes a breath. He feels something dislodge in the back of his throat and knows that he can speak again. And so, he's going to take advantage of that: there's unchecked loathing in his voice as he glares in the Gentleman's direction.
"So you can trap Sabriel in your realm like you did Lady Pole? Like my wife? I can answer for the Lady of the Winter Court, those terms are not acceptable."
He's not going to let this fiend take anything of Sabriel's.
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Date: 2020-07-18 05:15 am (UTC)"So you can trap Sabriel in your realm like you did Lady Pole? Like my wife? I can answer for the Lady of the Winter Court, those terms are not acceptable."
He's not going to let this fiend take anything of Sabriel's.