“You’re bleeding again,” Haldyn said.
Vald stepped past him into the dark corridor. His footsteps made no sound. That was new. Or old, Haldyn thought. Something the sword took from him and never gave back.
Haldyn’s throat tightened. “Then we find another way.”
“If I break this,” he whispered, “the demon dies. But so does the part of me that remembers you.”