Selene told me about the next ten seconds in her own words, and I have tried, as before, not to improve on them. She told it slowly, with her eyes fixed on the middle distance, the way you describe a place you are still partly standing in."Everything slowed," she said. "That's what they say, isn't it? I thought it was a phrase. It isn't. I remember the knife against my throat and the exact color of the sky. I remember the sound the bows made when they drew, a creak like a hundred doors. I remember Kieran's voice. And I remember thinking, quite calmly, this is a very good place to have chosen."She had not expected to live. She wanted me to understand that. She had decided, somewhere in the two days of riding with her hands bound, that the only version of this that ended well was one where she said what needed saying and did not walk away from it. She had made her peace with that. She had even, to her own astonishment, felt something like relief.Then she heard hooves behind her, very
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