Later, he wasn’t sure why he said it. He’d never told anyone, never spoken the words aloud. But now Kaz kept his eyes on the sails above them and said, “Pekka Rollins killed my brother.” He didn’t have to see Inej’s face to sense her shock. “You had a brother?” “I had a lot of things,” he muttered. “I’m sorry.” Had he wanted her sympathy? Was that why he’d told her? “Kaz—” She hesitated. What would she do now? Try to lay a comforting hand on his arm? Tell him she understood? “I’ll pray for him,” Inej said. “For peace in the next world if not in this one.”
