“Country before self, Zenik. It’s something you’ve never understood.” Nina pressed a hand to her mouth. “I may never be drüskelle again,” he said. “I may live always with the charge of ‘slaver’ around my neck, but I’ll find another way to serve Fjerda. And I’ll get to see you dosed with jurda parem. I’ll get to see you mow down your own kind and beg for the next fix.
