Mia’s hand drifted to her stiletto. “I’m not a shadow.”
Then he drove his second blade through the Grieve’s knee. nevernight chronicles vk
Vex picked up his own blade—a battered gladius hispaniensis with a chipped edge. “Because tomorrow, I fight the Wolf. And I plan to kill him.” He turned to face the light. “But I needed someone to remember the Grieve’s name. It was Caelius. Freeborn. Sold by his brother for a gambling debt.” Mia’s hand drifted to her stiletto
She should have lied. But the dark in her chest—that old, hungry companion—whispered a different truth. He sees you. Let him. nevernight chronicles vk