“Even after I marry Kattiva?” he challenged, needing to press the realities. “Even if your sister and I will never be able to be mended?” There was a beat of quiet, a spike of sadness through the air. “Yes,” said Larkyra. “Even then. You must have learned by now that it takes a great deal to get rid of a Bassette.” “Worse than weeds, we are.” Niya nodded.
