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Kaz leaned back. “What’s the easiest way to steal a man’s wallet?� “Knife to the throat?� asked Inej. “Gun to the back?� said Jesper. “Poison in his cup?� suggested Nina. “You’re all horrible,� said Matthias.
Inej’s mother and father might still shed tears for the daughter they’d lost, but if Inej died tonight, there would be no one to grieve for the girl she was now. She had no family, no parents or siblings, only people to fight beside. Maybe that was something to be grateful for, too.
And yet, he did not pull away. She knew it was the best he could offer. It was not enough.
Trailing behind them was a banner, caught in the tank’s treads. Despite the smears of mud and gunpowder burns, Inej could still make out the words: STRYMAKT FJERDAN. Fjerdan might.
