“I would have liked to kill him, to slice off his head or hack him into a hundred useless pieces.” He took a careful step toward her. “I wish I could have done it for you—slit his throat and cut out his heart to lay at your feet—however you might have ordered it be done.” “Oh,” Amma said, breath catching, stepping away from the wall. “Well, maybe now I do regret doing it. Just a little.”
