Duskfire Glacier widowsnest

keshka nodded once, sharp, decisive. an acknowledgment, an agreement, nothing more.
she did not pry into his past—men who lived with ghosts did not need their bones unearthed. besides, she understood. revenge was the only true currency in a world like this.
good, she murmured, watching him with those cool, calculating eyes. neither do i.
there was no boast in her tone, only certainty. she did not fail. she could not fail. failure meant death, and she had cheated it too many times to count.
his command did not offend her; she had expected it. he wanted to see what she was made of. fine.
lead, she said, stepping forward, falling into stride beside him with effortless ease. i will show you.