It would be easy to slit your throat.

You’re vulnerable, asleep in your cot, and everyone else at the camp is looking away. Shar’s teachings say soulmates are to be disposed of. Shadowheart knows she should prove herself to her goddess, she should kill you—her soulmate—and be done with it.

But she can’t. Shadowheart takes a step back, nearly stumbling away from your tent. She can’t. A branch snaps beneath her foot. She could never hurt you.