“I have something I’ve always wanted to say to you,” she said. “And I might not get another chance.” “Go on, then,” said Kyr. The corner of Cleo’s mouth lifted. “All right. So,” she said. “You’re a horrible bitch, Valkyr, and everyone hates you. I hope they give you Strike and you die.” Kyr swallowed. Weirdly she wanted to cry. Strike: the vengeance of humanity. The wing that didn’t exist. Cleo breathed out. “That didn’t feel as good as I thought it would,” she said. “I meant every word, though. Promise.”
