For that alone, I should kill you.” Casteel sheathed his sword. “But I won’t.” “W-what?” Alastir’s head jerked in his direction. “You…you offer me a reprieve?” “I’m sorry.” Casteel didn’t sound even remotely apologetic. Emil was right. He was amused. “I think you misunderstand. I said I should kill you, but I won’t. I didn’t say you wouldn’t die tonight.”
