“What aren’t you telling me?” said Kyr. “So many things, Valkyr, most of which you wouldn’t understand anyway.” That was a deflection. Kyr grew more certain. “Avicenna.” “What, you think you can give me orders now? Drunk on Command, Valkyr? Magnus always said you were kind of a bitch.” Avi dropped that with the air of someone tossing a grenade. He watched for the effect with a mean little smile. Kyr looked at Mags. After a moment Mags said, “Well, you are.” There was a place inside Kyr where she would have been hurt, not so long ago. Mags and his soft spot for horrible lost causes. She’d never
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