Stolen By My Stepbrother, the Underworld King
Maybe even reach Fisher, if he's still speaking to me after everything, after watching me get dragged away while doing nothing but bleed on the pavement for me.
This could be the way out.
I think about Sansa Stark, oddly, of all things, a thought I had once, years ago, reading in a college dorm room, about a girl who spent a whole story being punished for trusting the wrong people, until she finally learned to stop being someone things happened to and started being someone who made things happen instead. It feels exactly right.
He thinks he's controlling me by taking me to his office. Great, let him think that.