Irene raised her bandaged wrist. “I used my own blood—and the fact that we’re both Librarians, so metaphorically related.” A Kipling quote came to mind. “‘We be of one blood, thou and I.’” Alberich frowned. “That shouldn’t have worked.” “But it did,” Irene said, a little smugly. “No, really, it shouldn’t. My work was far more precise than that—metaphors shouldn’t have done the job.”
