“Come on, come on, let’s get it out of the way.” Kalma exhales, staring down as he moves the books around on the table. “I think she is the Goddess of Death now, and the Queen of Tuonela. What you do in your relationship with your wife is none of my business.” He pauses, shooting me a dark glance. “However, as someone who now answers to this queen as much as I answer to you, I will request that you treat her with a little more dignity.”
