Sandus nodded in approval, not seeming to mind Sven’s eccentric nature. “Good for you. It takes balls to kill someone you’re related to.” Sven nodded. “I can assure you I have very large balls.” Nish blew the tea he was drinking through his nose, and Ryder muffled a laugh behind his cough. “Sven,” the hunter called from his chair. “We’ve talked about this . . .” Sven didn’t even blink. “Ah yes, my apologies. I forget that speaking of one’s genitalia is often frowned upon.”
