She sniffed him again. “You killed the spider.” No judgment in her face, just raw curiosity. “She was a threat,” he admitted. And a Valg piece of shit. Wariness now flooded her eyes. “She could have killed you.” He gave her a half smile. “No, she couldn’t have.” Manon assessed him again, and he withstood it. “You have nothing to say about my own … choices?” “My friends are fighting and likely being killed in the North,” Dorian said. “We don’t have the time to spend weeks winning the Crochans over.”
