‘She didn’t even cry, apart from those few tears when I told her. How can she be so cold?’ S’brin’s voice expressed disbelief.
‘She feels it, just like anyone would. But her upbringing means she’s good at hiding her emotions.’ D’gar lay back on the bed, arms behind his head. He was glad today was over. At dinner, he’d watched Z’los’s remaining Wingsecond hand out cups of strong spirits as the usual platitudes were spoken. Z’los himself had said how tragic it was that such a fine young bronz