"I don't care about the risk. I care about you."

She looks up now and finds her old crooked grin. "What the hell. It's what we signed up for, right? We're doing this together. That's all I need to know."

She's sure she'll tell herself that over and over again when she can't sleep tonight, but for now...Harrow needs to hear it, and honestly? She needs to say it. "You are the scariest necromancer the Ninth has ever made and I'm your sworn sword. What's the worst they can throw at us?"