Tiberius could not help himself. His knife slashed out in rage. The final blow, across her neck, robbing her of life. Immediately, he realized his mistake, and he grew all the angrier for it. He stamped her fallen body with his boot, and hacked at her flesh with his blade.
"You," he turned to Blackwell now, and pointed that sword at him. "You will pay for her early departure."
"Do what you will," Blackwell said mildly. "You have already done all the damage that you can."
