And as I vainly tried to haul his massive and somewhat comically unwilling form out of my bed, I finally registered that I wasn’t afraid of him. Allowed myself to replay the nightmare of the Basilica, and realised just how targeted Diago was in his fury. No hint of threatening me. No hint of even threatening Ostius. Only the men who arranged for the deaths of my friends. Only the men who would have ordered mine, had they been allowed to leave that room.
Exactly king! Give him a treat
