"Griselda Kilkenny." Mildmay didn't have to ask to know Corbie didn't mean Keeper, who hadn't made any secret who she was, or who she'd been to him. And it wasn't like he'd forgotten any of the people he'd killed; they wouldn't let him. "She ran girls. Not a lot of 'em or nothing. But she got on somebody's bad side somehow anyways."

He still couldn't look at her. Could feel his face going pink and hot, with guilt and shame this time, steada fever. His voice meanwhile was flat, even for him, but careful enough not to turn the words to mush.