Nina
made herself face them. She had reasons, but did they matter?
And who are they to judge her?
She straightened her spine, lifted her chin.
She was a member of the Dregs, an employee of the White Rose, and occasionally a foolish girl,
but before anything else she was a Grisha and a soldier.
"No," she said clearly, her voice echoing off to endless ice.
"I'd do it all over again."















