“And you seem to forget our purpose,” the dark man said, his cool voice sharpening. “Or does your purpose simply differ from my own?” The last words were spoken carefully, as if they held special significance. Cinder’s arrogance left him in a second, like water poured from a bucket. “No,” he said, turning back toward the fire. “No, certainly not.” “That is good. I hate to think of our long acquaintance coming to an end.” “As do I.” “Refresh me again as to our relationship, Cinder,” the shadowed man said, a deep sliver of anger running through his patient tone. “I . . . I am in your
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