"Hey," Herald said, his voice calm, "I have a gift for you."
My brow furrowed in surprise. A gift? From Herald? The non-chalant warrior, the centuries-old avenger who had just casually beheaded my adopted father and slaughtered his guards? The man who spoke of violence and vengeance with such dispassionate clarity? The idea of him giving a gift was so out of place, so utterly out of character, that it almost made me laugh. It felt like a wolf offering a lamb a bouquet of flowers.
