"Kit opened his eyes. " ?" The voice was high and thin and directly by his left ear-also the location of the blade pressed up hard against his jawline. "Where is she?" the voice demanded again, whispery words nearly spilling over one another in fury. "Tell me, you bastard! I'll kill you!" Options flitted through his mind: this person was small, this person was young, it smelled like an urchin, the blade felt like a dagger or dirk. He could break its arm or its neck, he could Turn and crush it from behind or more simply rip off its head-and the only thing that kept his body motionless in the bed was the realization that the creature was obviously speaking of Rue. "Zane," she said then, a single word that broke like a calm dream through the chamber. "Please do not kill the Marquess of Langford." -Zane, Kit, & Rue"