Chapter 15 · free to read
He did not ask her to train him. He did not ask her to fight, or advise, or explain. For two days he asked her for nothing at all, which no one had ever done to her before.
Every hand that ever held her had wanted her to cut something. He just wanted to know what she remembered.
Something in her settled. Not healed — settled, the way a blade sits differently in a hand that is not planning to swing it.
Two days in which the most dangerous thing on the mountain did absolutely nothing. It would turn out to be the last two.
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