“You’re a good man,” Melisande murmured. “Elua knows, if I did one good thing in my life, it was binding myself to a promise to allow you to be raised by Phèdre nó Delaunay and that damned Cassiline of hers.” “The only gift I would accept from you,” I said, remembering what Phèdre had told me. “I thank you for it.”
