Page 225 of Hunters and Prey

He knew.

He didn’t know how he knew, but he knew he was right.

He knew who this asshole was.

“You’re him,” Black said, his voice hard. Scowling, he rested his hands on his hips, staring up the slope at those glass-like eyes, watching them narrow.

“…You’re the Sword. You’re fucking Syrimne d’Gaos.”

The other seer didn’t answer.

His face changed again, though, growing hard, and even harder to read.

The look in his eyes was crystal clear, however.

It was also about as close to a death look as any Black had ever gotten before.

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