“I am sorry. But—” “No.” She puts a finger to my lips. “I am sorry was the perfect place to stop.” She stands close enough for me to see the myriad tiny scratches all over her face. I brush my fingers against one lightly. “The river that did this to you,” I say. “I don’t like it.” Her smile is a lightning flash in the dark. “Are you going to find the bad river, Elias? Make it pay?” “It’s Soul Catcher. And yes.” My thoughts toward this river turn baleful. “Maybe I can divert it down a canyon, or—” The fire turns her gold eyes molten, and she throws back her head and laughs. Watching her is like
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