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The Wolf spat in his face.

The Grieve danced, net spinning, trident flicking like a serpent’s tongue. He caught the Wolf’s first sword, wrenched it away, and for one perfect moment, the crowd saw the man —the Grieve lowered his trident, offering mercy.

The fight lasted seventeen heartbeats.

Mia’s hands were shaking. She didn’t care. “Why did you show me?”

“You breathe too loud, little shadow,” he said without turning. nevernight chronicles vk

Mia’s hand drifted to her stiletto. “I’m not a shadow.”

Vex tilted his head. “The moment the crowd forgets the man and sees only the beast?” The Wolf spat in his face

A long silence. A slave girl passed with a skin of water, and Vex waved her away. “You’ll see it in the Seventh. He’s called the Grieve. Fought thirty-one times. Won thirty-one times. Never drew blood.”

Years later, when she met the older Vex in the bowels of the Church of Blessed Murder, she asked him if Caelius had truly been forgotten. The fight lasted seventeen heartbeats