Shadowwyn Moor addir melek

Sedately, he smiled.

It means mistress, Wake translated. Woman of power. Did she understand her power? I called you ladylord of the everdark.

Bird-of-prey eyes carefully studied her reaction. He expected a rejection of the notion. She did not seem the kind to accept an idea of herself as lord of anything. But Wake’s superiority was too large to be condemned to a single body; he also projected his lofty ideals onto others when he found them interesting. Wherever he looked, he could always see power, or the potential for it, even when others chose not to see it in themselves.

The nature of her decision to run with Saatsine was intriguing in itself. Though it boiled down to daddy issues, Wake saw an implicit vulnerability to take advantage of. A clay doll lay in shadow before him, and he need only reach a claw forward to find out if it was still malleable or had already been dried stiff by the sun.

In my culture, you would be named a wolf of the spring, he told her. For your persistence when there is little. There must have been some life in the everdark, after all, if she had survived there long enough to remember it.