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The Enchassas voice dragged barbs through his mind and Shan jolted alert, every nerve tingling with alarm. Whether it was real or a memory taken root deep inside him, he couldnt tell. But they had been joined, while he was her prisoner, mind to mind, enthralled, and some things could not be broken. That she still had a part in this was no surprise. She might be with Gilliad, she might be anywhere, but she was always—always—with Shan. Since the morning after he had thought all was well once more, that they were free. She had laughed from inside his mind and he had realised that nothing in life was simple. Magic or madness, whatever caused it, the Enchassa was his personal ghost, tormenting him when he least expected it. He never knew when her voice might appear to taunt him, just that eventually it would. Get Leithen to safety, she told Indarin without casting so much as a glance at him. Or at the swordfight happening behind her. She couldnt look. If anything happened. If Khain won... Or rather, she could, but not because of him. Her hand strayed back to the wolf at her side. Her comfort. Her friend. Her last connection. Eve grins, remembering her bosss reputation for being soft as cream with his underlings and hard-as-frozen-butter with suspects. Hes got friends, says Violet, wrinkling her nose at having to use such a saccharine word. Sat up there like garden gnomes around the fire, waiting for him. I scarpered before they saw but Rideal and Tunstall are up there. Some tall bloke too. She looks at her fingers, then her eyes slide across Catherines face and to the cold, clammy hollow of her throat. “I dont know if I feel like a cat or a witch …,” He glances at Snowdrop, holding his glass of whisky and staring at the different patterns held in the ice. Rowan has lost whole days to such a pursuit. She gives him a thumbs-up, tells him hes doing well. The glow that had invaded Jerens perception dissipated in the air like morning mist with sunrise and with it went all her remaining strength. Strong arms swept around her, and this time…this time, they were the right arms. She wilted into Shans embrace and lifted her face so she could look at him. I… He closed his eyes, pinching them shut with one hand, the razor still clutched in the other. Jesus Christ. Oh, love. What have you done to yourself? We could knock on her door, says Snowdrop, brightly. I need you, she whispered. Id imagine youre used to it. He laughed, actually laughed.Gilliad accused my family of treason. And youve committed it too, according to your brother. My Lady— Samara looked away and rubbed her thumb up and down the handle of the art knife, seeking comfort in the familiar. Even she struggled to look at her sister for too long. Of course, grins Rosie. She turns it inwards, smiling at a memory. She and my husband never exactly going to become friends, I think thats fair to say. He was watching me intently.I thought about cutting her throat. Should that bother me? Violet is glaring into the depths of the lake. She fancies that she can taste it somehow: all iron and dirt and vinegar on her tongue. If she concentrates hard, she can see whats below the great silver mirror of the surface. She can see down through the cold, still bleakness and make sense of the perfect dark. She can see the dead people. San see their cold, bloated skin: white, like the belly of a fish. Can see dead eyes, staring upwards, into nothing. Can feel what they feel, the loneliness and rage. Mr Sixpence is the only person she has confided in about her visions. Mr Sixpence tells her she has a gift. He wants her to learn how to harness it. To channel it. He has warned her not to listen to those who tell her she is ill. It is a blessing, he says. A gift..