“Try not to look so much like you might kill a guest,” I whispered to Koraine. “I haven’t decided whether I will,” she answered, glaring at me, those icy blue eyes like daggers. Why did I find myself staring into them? This woman had nothing to offer me, and yet I couldn’t help but feel a little intrigued. She had yet to try anything rash, like escape, prioritizing her people above all else. We had that single thing in common, doing what was best for those we cared about.
