“I think of you like a sister,” he said. “Like a brilliant, violent, occasionally terrifying sister that I would follow to the ends of the earth, in part because I respected her so much and in part because I feared what she would do to me if I refused.” She nodded. “I would do awful things.” Nicolae laughed. “The most awful.” “And then I would steal your horse lover, to spite you.” “Your cruelty knows no bounds.”
