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Mia’s hands were shaking. She didn’t care. “Why did you show me?”

The fight lasted seventeen heartbeats.

The Wolf spat in his face.

Mia slipped into the shadow of the archway as the two men walked past her toward the light. The Grieve was tall, reedy, his net and trident held with a fencer’s grace. The Sun Wolf was a wall of muscle, a spiculus helmet hiding his face, twin gladii already wet with the morning’s sacrifice.

Vex laughed, a sound like grinding gravel. “Everyone in the vomitorium is a shadow, girl. The sun doesn’t touch us here. That’s the point.” He finally glanced back. His eyes were the same grey as the sea before a squall. “You’re not a gambler. Not a whore looking to wet her sandals in a champion’s blood. So why are you here?” nevernight chronicles vk

Years later, when she met the older Vex in the bowels of the Church of Blessed Murder, she asked him if Caelius had truly been forgotten.

“You breathe too loud, little shadow,” he said without turning. Mia’s hands were shaking

Mia Corvere, newly made Blade of the Red Church, had expected the floor of the greatest killing ground in the Republic to be stained the colour of old wine. Instead, it was the pale gold of a Bleak Tide morning, raked smooth by slaves in tunics of rust and grey. The twin suns, Truedark and Easthome, hammered down from a bruised sky, and the shadows beneath the marble benches were sharp as shards of obsidian.