‘I picked you for a cold one, Mia Corvere.’ He shook his head. ‘I just never knew how much. Where do you keep the heart that’s supposed to be inside your chest?’ ‘Keep it up and I’ll feed you yours, bastard.’ ‘Bastard I might be,’ Tric spat. ‘But you’re the one who decides to be a cunt every turn of your life.’ Mia had her knife out, smiling. ‘That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.’
