“And her mother?” Caius asked. “Taken care of by the Aatxe.” Caius’ frown deepened. How close was Rory to this Aatxe friend? “The reasons she killed don’t matter,” he said after a beat. Sam stood, unfolding his long legs. “Yes, it does.” He left, and his cryptic comment hung over Caius like a guillotine. This woman would be the end of him.
