He took her hand and kissed her knuckles gently. She winced, but when he tried to pull away, she clutched him tighter. “Stay,” she panted. Tears leaked from her eyes. “Stay till the end.” “And after,” he said. “And always.” “I want to feel safe again. I want to go home to Ravka.” “Then I’ll take you there. We’ll set fire to raisins or whatever you heathens do for fun.”
