“Is this the part where we die well?” The dragon was wheeling overhead. If these creatures wanted Nikolai dead, they’d chosen an elaborate means of making it happen, so something else had to be in play—hopefully something that would allow him to negotiate for Zoya’s and Yuri’s safety. “No, this is the part where the king of Ravka surrenders himself, and the love we never had lives on in ballads and song.” “Nikolai,” snapped Zoya, “don’t you dare.” “Give me another option, Nazyalensky. One of us needs to survive this.”
