Senya glanced to Boris, wearing his familiar friendly expression. It was that same kindness that had soothed her when her brother was killed so long ago, then when their master made them into what they were, when he started to demand that they follow his orders, complete his assignments

"You are lost in thought, hmm? Memories, perhaps?"

Senya looked away. "You're not a mind reader, don't pretend to be."

"No, no, but I recognize the look on your face. It is the ...