“What happened to the two men?” A cold question. “The assassin I hunted down and left in pieces in an alleyway. And the man who hired him …” Blood on her hands, on her clothes, in her hair, Chaol’s horrified stare. “I gutted him and dumped his body in a sewer.” They were two of the worst things she’d done, out of pure hatred and vengeance and rage. She waited for the lecture. But Rowan merely said, “Good.”
