Sara

“Don’t give me that shit,” Sinjin said. “I could drop you in the middle of the desert with a pack of gum and a capful of water. You’d come back riding a hyena with a necklace made of fox skulls. I know you can handle Pais. He knows it too.” Saint’s eyes were hard. “This is a trap. Once you’re in, you’re not getting out.”
― Ruby Vincent, Mercer