“If he was so easy to kill, then he is useless to me. What of the other one?” I pondered the question, my clenched fingers releasing the edge of the dais as the tension left me. Other one? My mind raced, and then I paused. “Camilla?” “Yes,” the voice purred, “Camilla. Bring that one to me.” “As you wish.”
Ugh. I figured.
