‘You wouldn’t kill me, not in cold blood,’ Yarrow rasped. ‘That’s right. A Warsword is a moral man, a man with honour,’ someone else chimed in, though they didn’t have the balls to intervene beyond words. Thea watched the offending commander’s eyes bulge as Wilder applied more pressure to his windpipe. Wilder’s expression was cold, lethal. ‘A Warsword is also a killer. A man – or woman – of violence and fury. Any good in me is because of that storm wielder you so vehemently insulted.’
