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finger. "I could know you a thousand years, necromancer, and still I suspect many of the thoughts in your head would remain out of my reach. I am ever baffled as to how you do not seem to realize the way everyone holds you in awe."
    "I do not think it is awe so much as morbid curiosity," Koray said. "Stop being a nitwit. The only mystery to my person is why I have not removed your tongue." He regretted the words the moment they were spoken. "Shut up."
    Sorin grinned, delighted and evil. "You like what I can do—"
    Koray slapped his hand over Sorin's mouth. "Shut up."
    Tugging his hand away, Sorin reeled him in and kissed him soundly, mouth hot and wet, tongue knowing and eager as he reminded Koray of how skillfully he could use it.
    A knock on the door finally broke them apart, and Sorin grinned at him briefly before striding to the door to let the servants in. When they had gone, Sorin locked the door and knelt to rifle through his bags again. Koray left him to it, far more interested in food and the large pitcher of mulled wine that accompanied it. Piling a plate with what looked like some sort of roasted fowl, roasted vegetables covered in butter and fragrant herbs, and fresh bread, Koray sat down in one of the old, dusty chairs and began to eat.
    He looked up briefly when Sorin joined him, smiling, but neither of them bothered to speak until the food was gone and the wine nearly. Warm and slightly floaty, Koray set his plate on the floor and settled back in his seat, closing his eyes and savoring being warm and still, even if it was in a strange house with the castle still a day's journey away. "I had hoped to be home tonight." When Sorin did not reply, Koray opened his eyes and saw Sorin smiling at him, bright and happy. "What?"
    Sorin shrugged, dropping his gaze to his wine, bizarrely shy. "I never grow tired of hearing you call the castle home."
    "Oh." Koray wished he could attribute the sudden heat to his cheeks to all the alcohol he'd imbibed. "I do wonder sometimes what became of my little cabin. I hope someone else is putting it to use."
    "We can go see sometime, if you like," Sorin said, a strange look taking over his face. "I wouldn't mind seeing where you used to live."
    Koray made a face. "What is there to see in a broken down, one-room cabin in the middle of a field on a dull mountain? This time of year it will still be covered in snow. It spends most of the year that way, really."
    "It's yours," Sorin said. "I know so little about your days before the castle, though I certainly understand why you prefer not to discuss them, but after all this time, most of your necromancers seem to know more about you than I do."
    "What good comes from recounting the days I lived alone in a dreary cabin or slept in graveyards and ditches while trying to rid ungrateful towns of ghosts?" Koray shrugged irritably. "Once, if a handful of children had accidentally covered me in that nasty mess, the villagers would have laughed and run me out of town, probably with sticks and stones. Today, all of them stood in fear, waiting for me to punish them. Sometimes, I cannot make sense of how my life has changed so drastically."
    Sorin rose, crossed over to him, and knelt, taking his hands. "You fit the role of High Necromancer seamlessly. You must know that by now."
    "I think I'm the first High Necromancer, and  therefore no one knows what 'seamlessly' looks like yet," Koray retorted. "At any rate, this strange new life keeps me plenty busy, and I don't have time to think about my past, save when my necromancers bring it up. It's not that I don't want to tell you, there are just always other things on my mind. But if you want to see my cabin someday, My Lord High Paladin, I suppose we could, though when we would have time to gallivant off like that, I could not tell you."
    Sorin smiled and kissed the backs of his hands. "We'll find the time once the weather warms. For now …"
    Koray's awareness sharpened as a familiar look overtook