Silver Moraine deceiver says: you belong to me

"who?" if there was an advantage to be had here, yikaas wanted it. beyond his curiosity, genuine in root, there was his natural concept of transaction.

he flexed his arm in their bindings. "good." and it was a thing for a girl to know. yikaas was under no illusion that there was protection for a lone woman in a cold world. better she was with him now, tending the man with the cleaving in his skull.