Laila studied him for a moment. ‘I wonder if she’d even recognise you.’ ‘What?’ ‘You’re not the puppy dog she’ll remember. The Red’s changed you. You’re harder.’ He thought of the hunger, the exhaustion, the nights he’d spent sleeping in the snow until his fingers turned blue and black. Blood might regrow his flesh, but he still felt the pain. ‘We’re all hard,’ he said. ‘We’re Silver.’
