“That such a decision was for them two alone, and no place for a third party.” She glanced past Kim and into the car, where Lenny’s shell had returned to staring blankly ahead.
“He won, incidentally. He could not bear the thought of dying, mortal, and leaving Yekaterina alone. And now… It is a wicked irony that they had so little time.”
“She didn’t want to change him?”
“She feared he would change in spirit as well as in body, become a creature she could not love. He insisted that a medium’s essential nature is immutable and would prevent him from losing morality.”
Something in her tone made Kim frown. “Well, and he was right.”
“No.” The word was harsh and cold and so sharp that even the empty husk jerked its head toward the sound. “That his nature can never accommodate killing has onl
