"Diplomatic," she hisses in disbelief. "A whole city," look she might be a little bit unclear about the difference between a city and a town or any of the other way too numerous words that gets used, "and it had to be you."

There's helpless agony in that last word, because if there's anything worse than being separated from your boyfriend (and everyone else you love) by a sudden move to a whole new plane of existence, for a second time, it's finding yourself with your boyfriend's controlling ex.

"Fine." Ylva crosses her arms, glowering. "Let's try no violence."