He raises both brows. “You’re good at this. Nice marksmanship and a stomach for violence.”
I am surprised. The Night Craw is not given to compliments.
I have vowed to become worse than my rivals. Two murders completed in a single night mark a descent I should be proud of. Madoc could not have been more wrong about me.
“Most of the children of the Gentry don’t have the patience,” he says. “And they’re not used to getting their hands dirty.”
I do not know what to say to that, with Valerian’s curse fresh in my mind. Maybe there’s something broken in me from watching my parents being murdered. Maybe my messed-up life turned me into someone capable of doing messed-up things. But another part of me wonders if I was raised by Madoc in the family business of bloodshed. Am I like this because o
