“That looked painful,” Carrion said conversationally. He stood right next to me, holding onto the torch, his auburn hair turned copper-gold by the flames. “Can you back up a little?” I asked. “This might be a little easier without you breathing directly down my neck.” “I seem to recall you liked me breathing down your ne—” “If you dare finish that sentence, you can go and wait outside,” I snapped. “That's fair.” Carrion moved back a step, bowing graciously. “Though, if it seems like your mind’s being sucked out of your body, or you're in excruciating pain and can't let go of the quicksilver
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