“Even saying that I believe that’s possible. Which I don’t,” Davian added, wondering if he was pushing the idea of his ignorance too far, “there is nothing you can threaten me with. I know you cannot kill me.” “Cannot?” Though only one of them spoke, all of them sneered. “Your head will be on a pike soon enough. Do not mistake prudence for inability, traitor.” Davian blinked; he’d forgotten that jibe. Far more unsettling, this time.
