“He will not have you,” Ketahn said. “She will not have me.” Ivy swallowed hard and lifted a hand to touch Ketahn’s arm. “Ketahn?” He stiffened for an instant; that stillness offered no warning of what came next. She was only vaguely aware of the sound of Ketahn’s spear falling as he spun around, swept Ivy into his arms, and pulled her against him in a crushing embrace. Ivy wound her arms and legs around him as though it was the most natural thing in the world, as if she’d done so a million times over a thousand lifetimes.
