Redsand Canyon that was still learning the alphabet

i will do what needs to be done.

renard could, of course, appreciate someone as good at avoiding the question as they were. the skill was trained as much as instinctive and there was precious little of that in the saints, it seemed – the last time now was finley, and for a moment she’d held so much promise.

and then finley had run.

praimfaya wouldn’t have the same trouble. tone final, lifted chin. no, she was here for something, and she’d do it. if donovan didn't catch on first. and what were the chances of that?

they smiled, and inclined their head.

“we’ll have to spar again soon,” they said mildly, turning out across the canyon. “if you’re done with questions for now?”