"We broke into the Ice Court in Djerholm, the capital of Fjerda. I thought killing Grisha was the worst they could do, but I was wrong. They were using them, like-- like tools. Like things. Enslaving them with a drug and using their enhanced powers until the Grisha themselves wasted away. They would have one it to me."

She shivered, remembering how it felt to be in that prison, unable to find a way out. A prison for Grisha, made by other Grisha. It was sick.

Nina tried to shake it off. "But if we're going to talk about that, I need a lot more wine and a more foul mood, and I'd rather not dissolve into that."