Kali Maelkith had been awake for thirty-one hours, and she was beginning to resent the sunrise personally.
It came up grey and wet over the Greyhaven freight yard, out in the western provinces, catching on the rows of empty cargo cradles and the four pale crystal rings standing in the middle of the yard like giant coins on their edges. Rain had pooled in every rut. Somewhere a loose sheet of roofing banged in the wind with the patience of something that would never, ever stop.
"You should sleep," Jin said, handing her a coffee.
"You should stop saying that."
"I'll stop saying it when you sleep."
She took the coffee. It was exactly how she liked it, which was annoying, because she had never told him how she liked it.
