Sighing, I recall the way Kaan’s eyes lost all their warmth when I offered him back his málmr . . . He was hurting. I know he was. I could see it. Perhaps I should’ve explained. Told him the last fae who saved my life did it to her detriment. That folk who care about me enough to put themselves in harm’s way tend to end up dead. He dodged that blow in the crater battling Hock. I’m not stupid enough to believe he could dodge another.
