"Why are you here?" They know by now he won't cut Alistair's throat, won't poison his wine, push him from a rampart, strangle, drown, or beat him to death. They know this. It was the first tack they'd attempted after Rinna.

It'd shifted to any number of vague faces; dealing with Kieran had been viscerally terrifying until he realized they were letting his mind make the choice of who not to kill. After that it became repetitive...until the fake rescues began. This is simply a new flavor of the same venom and he is tired.

For once he'd like to rest.