“An impossible job, near certain death, terrible odds, but should we scrape it ..” He paused, fingers on the buttons of his waistcoat, his look distant, almost dreamy.
“Should we scrape it?” she prompted.
He grinned at her, his smile sudden and jarring as a thunderclap, his eyes the near-black of bitter coffee. “We’ll be kings and queens, Inej. Kings and queens.”
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