"She may want to have sex with you, but if I tell her I've had you already she will likely lose interest in such matters," Ilithyia says honestly as she steps from the alley, waiting for Sawyer to follow her. "As we walk, stay several steps behind me. Do not make eye contact with anyone, do not speak even if someone calls out to you."

She pauses, because she remembers her first days in Darrow. How strange things had been, how difficult. "Apologies," she says to Sawyer, and she means it genuinely, a rare sentiment. "This is how it must be."

He may not truly believe it when she says they will nail him upon wood and hang him to be seen, but she knows better. She knows what her husband is capable of.