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He hadn’t healed that day, or in the days that followed He’d been too young Made, the same reason why Raphael had been able to overwhel,” Honor said, squatting beside the dead nant thread in her voice

Coloved hand on the protovas”

“No, I’ to hold the victim’s jaws open, she reached back to pull a slender tube off her belt “Would you hold the flashlight so I can see into his mouth?”

He came down on his haunches beside her, his focus on her rather than the ant, her eyes not bitter or hard in spite of what she’d suffered She’d survived with her soul intact, still had the capacity to feel compassion for the loss of a life

Dmitri couldn’t say the same The tattered remnants of his soul had burned up in his son’s funeral pyre Such golden flames around his boy, such a wild blaze for such a sht as the final piece of his heart broke, suited his Misha with the deep laugh and the hunger to explore

“De in the reen eyes that watched him, too much tenderness “Don’t you know to keep your distance, Honor?” He was a predator, would strike at her weaknesses, take every advantage

A slight shake of her head, curls escaping the rough braid she’d done on the flight over “I think it’s too late for that” Breaking the eye contact with that quiet stateaze “He doesn’t have his wisdoe, when paired with his baby-faced appearance it was another sign these va Made outside of any accepted structure—the Cadre had long decreed that no mortal who had not lived a quarter of a century could be Made

“He was vulnerable,” Honor said, reaching out to brush the victiet who could be controlled once he’d been hooked by the idea of iain Dmitri looked at the victim’s face He wasn’t co—but this h to havethe fields and courting a woman with sunshine in her smile and eyes that told hi a word

“Leave hi you can do to discover his identity” The Tower’s own technicians would fingerprint and otherwise process the body

Honor, however, didn’t get up “Anyone looked at his back?”

“It matters little” But he bent down to pull the victi,” she said in open disappointiven us , Dain until they were outside the gleaentle warmth in comparison to the shadoithin “There was no need for any suchthe brutal cold in Dht strike out at anyone in the vicinity, Honor nonetheless said, “Will you tell me about it?” because it was far too late to stand back, be rational

“No” A single flat word, a sudden reminder that the stark intimacy of those moments by the quiet music of the stream had been an aberration “I think it’s tio, but her response was instinctive, springing from the same wild, dark core as her emotions toward him “You really think you can just set me aside when I become inconvenient?”