"I'm not certain," she hinted, drawing him back to a simple understanding: she was not Them, not one of the people who had specifically done this, even if she stood with them. "Some of it depends on you, your willingness to cooperate."

More than that, though. If Waver had any ability to unlock some of the places in Kayneth's home, if his blood held the key to utilizing any of the stronger items they were hopeful to find... He could be immensely invaluable but only if he agreed to work with them. And he wouldn't work with his father's killers. She wouldn't either; in that, she could empathize. So she needed Waver to be willing to work with her.

Slow, gentle, careful. He was counting on her.

"You're afraid they'll kill you."