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Humans, on the other hand, are riddled with all sorts of germs. You fall sick and die at the drop of a hat.”
“I can sit there instead?” Carrion offered. “Absolutely not,” Kingfisher barked. “Try it and die.”
He held out his hand to me and said, “Take it, or I carry you.” I gave him my hand.
“Did Fisher send you up here to wait for me?” I asked. “That’s one way of putting it,” Carrion said. “I was fast asleep in my tent. Then, there he was, a black cloud with a shitty attitude, growling at me to get up. The sun hadn’t even come up yet, and he kept griping about me being lazy. He called me a waste of carbon. What does that even mean?”
Giving me a very tired, very sad smile, he said, “I give you my blood in thanks, Saeris Fane.”
“Not you! Me!” He thumped himself in his chest, suddenly furious. “My weakness! My vulnerability! I’ve known for centuries that you were coming. That you were just going to show up one day and change everything. You’re the chink in my armor, Saeris. The soft spot where the knife slides in. You are the thing that Malcolm will hurt in order to hurt me, and I couldn’t… couldn’t fucking bear it!”
