He smiled at me . . . fondly. ʺAh, my daughter,ʺ
he said. ʺEighteen, and already youʹve been accused of murder, aided felons, and acquired a death count higher than most guardians
will ever see.ʺ He paused. ʺI couldnʹt be prouder.ʺ

“You aren't afraid of throwing yourself in the path of danger, but you're terrif…”

“Lure him out. Send in a 'customer' with a message from me needing to meet him. …”

“You can't," I murmured, swallowing the tears back with great effort. "You can't…”

“You're burned into my mind forever. There is nothing, nothing in this world tha…”