“See, I’d given up hunting souls a long time ago, but when I found out what you did to Catriona, well, I decided to come out of retirement for one last hurrah.” “Who? Who told you this?” “Her name is Farryn Ravenshaw.” From the holster at his hip, he pulled a vicious-looking dagger, with curled serrated edges undoubtedly designed for tearing away flesh. “So when I’ve had my fill of your screams and decide to run this blade through you one last time, to send you into Voltusz, it’s her you can thank for it.”
