Chapter 86: Duty, Part 2
"There may still be something to point us in the direction of the warlock or necromancer behind it all," Håkon replied, and that was certainly true. "It's also possible he's still operating, and demons are still being seeded. Right now, we have few facts and too many suppositions." He glanced up at Kristof, started to say something else, but instead frowned. "You should have some tea before you collapse again."
Kristof's foul mood, momentarily banished by the mystery, returned with force. "What do you care?"
"I don't," Håkon replied. "But I would prefer not to spend the entirety of my marriage tending to the needs of my frail and fragile spouse. You're of little use to me if you're too weak to feed me."
Face going hot, Kristof stood, ignoring the dizziness and pain that increased as he strode up to Håkon. Though he felt like a giant looming over piskie, the far more accurate description was that he was tinder and Håkon the flame.