“He may not be responsible for Crawyth, but he’s done other things,” Vicer said. “Reprehensible things.” “I know.” The bearded man he’d killed at the inn flashed in my mind. “I’m not someone you would have chosen to be with. I’m someone you were intrigued by and attracted to despite yourself. I’ll never be safe, Prisca. I’ll always be the monster who slaughters anyone who attempts to hurt you. I don’t know how to be anything else. My mistake was attempting to shield you from the sight of that monster.” “We will all do terrible things before this is over,” Demos said.
