"I managed once for more than forty years. I stole a dinner knife, and I kept it hidden for six years, wondering if I would be brave enough to use it. On myself. On one of them." The more I spoke, the easier the words flowed. "And then…there was a girl who needed it more than me. Who wouldn't have survived another visit from her client. She killed him, and I was so…so jealous," I hissed, digging my fingers into a seam between scales. "So proud too." A tear dripped from my jaw and slid quickly over Hywel's polished scales.
