“Who keeps you safe from the Amyr? The singers? The Sithe? From all that would harm you in the world?” Haliax asked with calm politeness, as if genuinely curious as to what the answer might be. “You, Lord Haliax.” Cinder’s voice was a quiet shred of pain. “And whose purpose do you serve?” “Your purpose, Lord Haliax.” The words were choked out. “Yours. None other.”
University/Hiding, Edema Ruh, Faerie.
