“You’re a monster,” Lambard whispered. “A monster would shove a barrel down your throat until you handed it over. I like to think I’m quite civilized.” Arthie regarded her fingernails. “Oh, and I also don’t steal. So please don’t insult me.” Lambard huffed a wet sob. “You did your damage and swore you’d never return.” “I’m not a plague, Official. You broke your oath, and here I am. Your reckoning.”
