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“Augustine Montgomery is a highly capable martial artist,” Alessandro said. “Most high caliber illusion mages are. They assume other people’s identities and enter dangerous situations, usually to gather information or to kill their target. Primes like Augustine can obscure their movements in a fight. He didn’t do that here, but if it was a real fight, and he had a knife . . .”
“He blurs,” Connor said. “You think his hand is in one place, and then there is a knife pressed against your ribs, and you didn’t see it get there. I wouldn’t fight him hand to hand. I’d kill him from a distance. But Augustine will never do anything to hurt anyone in this room.”
“Trust me,” Connor said. “All of his veiled threats and scary promises are bullshit. He is a friend.”
“I’ll fucking lobotomize you, you filthy prick. You made her into a Warden! She was mine!”
“There were circumstances,” Linus said. “Fuck your circumstances. You can take your circumstances and shove them up your ass.”
And you ruined everything with your stupid plots and your inane nattering about duty and the greater good. Now she will die in one of your never-ending Warden schemes!”
“It’s pointless,” I told Arabella. “He thinks he is always right.”

