“I,” Sloane said, “am not fragile.” “I don’t intend to insult you,” Nero said. “But you suffered a unique trauma at the hands of your Dark One, and—” “Shut up.” It wasn’t Sloane who interrupted him this time, but Esther. She wiped her cheeks dry and tugged at the neck of her stiff blouse to draw attention to her siphon. “Or I will set you on fucking fire.”
