Ravyn? Even now, taut with strain, her voice eased him, like a warm cloth pressed over his eyes. Yes, Elspeth? Don’t die. I won’t. Because if you do, and we never get the time we’re owed, I’ll hate you, Ravyn Yew. I’ll love you and hate you forever. The corner of his lip quirked. This will all be over at midnight, Elspeth. After that, you can love me as thoroughly as you like.
