“Spare me the act,” Adare spat. “I know your history. You’ve got more blood on your hands than I do. How many people did you kill to end up where you are? A hundred? More?” “You can kill a man without being angry,” Kegellen replied mildly. “You can kill a great many men without being angry.” She took another sip of her wine, held it in her mouth a moment, swallowed, smiled. “I find it’s better that way. Easier on the heart.”
