No, Bull said. Dorian narrowed his eyes, grey gone silver from too much emotion, and every one on a leash. He was not about to let the Inquisitor, moreover the other Qunari, see his devastation. He could only imagine that he would be viewed as a mouse that Hissrad had been toying with. And he would deserve it. But it made him livid.

"One of us is not leaving this room alive."

The magic crackled across Dorian's knuckles. That was a truth, and they both certainly knew it. Bull's decision had crossed a river, and there was no going back for him.

"I'm not going to let it be me. You know that."