“Stay,â€� she panted. Tears leaked from her eyes. “Stay till the end.â€�
“And after,� he said. “And always.�
“I want to feel safe again. I want to go home to Ravka.�
“Then I’ll take you there. We’ll set fire to raisins or whatever you heathens do for fun.�
“Zealot,� she said weakly.
“W¾±³Ù³¦³ó.â€�
“B²¹°ù²ú²¹°ù¾±²¹²Ô.â€�
“Nina,â€� he whispered, “little red bird. Don’t go.”
―
Leigh Bardugo,
Six of Crows