Gideon Nav

"She must have been," says Gideon. "No one goes to the Ninth on purpose." Again, unbidden, the memory of Harrow—small and wet and pathetic and impossible to deny, ordering her to go back, to protect the Tomb she herself had desecrated—

She shakes herself. "Anyway. Doesn't matter. That whole thing is, like, way down my list of mysteries, right now." She pastes on a little grin. "Number one is how long it's gonna take before you stand a chance against me, let alone a horde of the undead."