“You might learn why.” Sam hesitated—that was a good reason. Sam bit her tongue against the curse that came to it. She really had been spending too much time with Hel. “You’re right,” Sam admitted. “Of course I’m right,” Hel said cockily, “it’s me.” “Keep going if you want me to stop,” Sam said tartly, and Hel gave her that crooked smile. “I’ll do it, but if I—if something goes wrong . . .” “I’ll pull you away before you go too deep,” Hel promised, glancing over her shoulder out the open door, where Eulalie tore into the wild boar with her silver-kissed knuckle knives. “Quickly now. We don’t
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