"Shall we discuss payment?"
The Cemetery Keeper stood in the doorway, perfect even in the darkness. Her smile never reached her eyes.
"You helped me," Tamara said, her throat tight. "Now you want payment."
"Every favor has a price, Bridge. You knew this when you asked for my help." The Cemetery Keeper stepped into the room. The temperature dropped ten degrees. "Time to pay."
"What do you want?"
"A memory. One significant memory from your mind." The Keeper's eyes glowed pale blue. "Something precious. Something that shaped who you are."
"No." Kai stepped forward. "Take mine instead."
"Kai, this is my debt. I asked for her help—"
"But the old laws allow another to pay, don't they?" Kai faced the Keeper. "I choose to pay her debt."
The Cemetery Keeper tilted her head. Her smile got w
