“There is another piece to the life-bond, to this bargain,” Hafiza added gently. They turned to her. “When it is time, whether the death is kind or cruel … It will claim you both.” Yrene’s golden eyes were still lined with silver. But there was no fear in her face, no lingering sorrow—none. “Together,” Chaol said quietly, and interlaced their hands. Her strength would be his strength. And when Yrene went, he would go.
