“Again, the Darkling shook his head. “You two make it so easy. I prick him, you bleed.”
“And you can’t begin to understand that, can you?”
He reached out and tapped Morozova’s collar, letting his fingers graze the skin of my throat. Even that faint touch opened the connection between us, and a rush of power vibrated through me like a bell being struck.
“I understand enough,” he said softly.”
―
Leigh Bardugo,
Siege and Storm