What Feasts at Night (Sworn Soldier, #2)

by T. Kingfisher

“May we always have the choice to err on the side of mercy,” I said, lifting my wine.

“It’s not the place’s fault,” he said reasonably. “It was here before she was. It doesn’t deserve to fall apart because something bad happened here.” Another of his long silences, and then he added, “Something bad happened to both of us, too. We don’t deserve to fall apart either.”