“You took Lionel’s hand, Tor,” I said, in awe of my badass sister. She glanced back at me over her shoulder, her dark hair whipping around her, and I found tears brimming in her eyes, some of relief, some of fear, but the wind stole them away from her as it drove against us. “He took a lot from me in return,” she replied darkly, a flicker of some untold horror in her eyes which she blinked away hard as she glanced at the others who still surrounded us.
