“I need you,” Renwick whispered, “to keep me from being a monster.” His eyes dropped to the Immortal Blade at her hip. “And I’ll keep you from becoming one too.” Rua’s eyes flared. She didn’t know how or why, but Renwick always stopped her. His voice pulled her back, though one day it might not. She felt herself slipping further with every kill. “If I start to fade,” Rua murmured down to her feet. “If I start to lose myself in that power . . .” “I’ll hold on to you,” Renwick vowed, moving his fingers to her chin.
