“The Knights know you’re Imperfect?”
She stared at him, wide-eyed. “You can see that?” Like this, she sounded like an ordinary girl, a very scared ordinary girl.
“I can see it in you just as well as you see it in me.”
“It’s the icefire that gives it away.” She licked her lips. Her breath steamed.
Isandor said, “We must get out of here as soon as possible. The servitor is going to get Tandor, his master. I don’t know exactly what he wants, but I think he wants to turn us into servitors, too.”
“Us?” Her eyes widened. “What for?”
“We will be strong enough to break a man’s neck. We can use icefire as he directs us. We can’t disobey him.”
“But what does he want with that power?”
“Kill the Knights? Rule the City of Glass? I don’t know. I know that I don’t like it and I want to get out of
