“When I finally die, at the hand of the Dolingon, how many runes will you have to write each night to stop me coming for you?” She stepped away from me, stepping into the dark before I could see her face. But both hands fell to her side. “You in the Melelek. Do as they tell you and you live long.” “You know me enough to know I’ll never do as they tell me. By the time I kill ten guards, they will have to kill me. And then you and me, we will have a dance in your head forever.”
