Years later, when she met the older Vex in the bowels of the Church of Blessed Murder, she asked him if Caelius had truly been forgotten.
Mia slipped into the shadow of the archway as the two men walked past her toward the light. The Grieve was tall, reedy, his net and trident held with a fencer’s grace. The Sun Wolf was a wall of muscle, a spiculus helmet hiding his face, twin gladii already wet with the morning’s sacrifice. nevernight chronicles vk
The Wolf spat in his face.
He walked into the sun.
Vex tilted his head. “The moment the crowd forgets the man and sees only the beast?” Years later, when she met the older Vex
Vex laughed, a sound like grinding gravel. “Everyone in the vomitorium is a shadow, girl. The sun doesn’t touch us here. That’s the point.” He finally glanced back. His eyes were the same grey as the sea before a squall. “You’re not a gambler. Not a whore looking to wet her sandals in a champion’s blood. So why are you here?” The Sun Wolf was a wall of muscle,
From the darkness of the vomitorium , Mia watched.