Will realized his hands were shaking; he tightened them into fists. “You don’t understand—” “I know you are parabatai,” said Magnus. “I know that his death will be a great loss for you. But what I don’t know—” “You know what you need to know.” Will felt cold all over, though the room was warm and he still wore his coat. “I can pay you more, if it will make you stop asking me questions.” Magnus put his feet up on the divan. “Nothing will make me stop asking you questions,” he said. “But I will do my best to respect your reticence.”
