You don’t simply scratch an itch with Kaan Vaegor, then throw him away and move on to another. You peel back your skin and open your ribs to the male. You tuck him somewhere deep and safe, fight others off with weapons forged from secrets sharp enough to slice, then perish with those secrets clutched close to your chest. There is no way I gave him up for anyone else . . . willingly. And there’s only one answer to that particular riddle. Elluin had secrets just as barbed as my own.
