“I suggest,” said Goll with chilling calm, “that you get used to the idea, as it is as good as done.” “And if I don’t?” he brazenly argued. “Then you will step down from my council.” Kellock huffed a disgusted breath, baring his teeth. “I will refuse. You cannot force me.” “But I can put your head on a pike at the front gate,” snapped Goll.
