“Looking for you?” “Sometimes you stand aside, and sometimes I must go through you. Either way, let us be done with it here.” If she couldn’t see that much, she wasn’t as skilled of a Hound as Makiel had thought. This time, Makiel could read her face. Suriel radiated pity. “You still have the same blind spot. I’m not here for you.” Suriel held out a hand. “Come to me,” she whispered. And the ice beneath Makiel’s feet began to crack.
