His lips twitched. “We could reminisce. Thankfully, we share many memories.” “Thankfully. Like that time you tried to kill me in Constantinople. Or the time you tried to kill me in Lampang. Or the time you tried to kill me in a courtyard in Venice. Or the time in Saskatoon, where—and you may start to notice a pattern—you also tried to—” “Hush, Aethelthryth.”
