Kapitel 214: The Winning Midget

'I could end it right here. Right now. All of it.' Rafel searched for the courage to say yes to Peitho's offering. His system, in this was more than eager to serve. He met Cora's blue eyes from his high seat above them all. He met her shaking her head; she knew what he was thinking of doing.

If he ripped out [Bloodthorn] now, Nicara would be dead before she knew what hit her. So would her treachery.

"Dominus, this isn't the right time," Aya's voice entered his mind. She was using [psychic sphere].

She told him as a telepath. "The bitch's time will come. But attacking her right here, in the middle of the games is not a wise idea. And you, my Lord are not foolhardy. Ravenna says: stick to your plan. Let go of Bloodthorn and do not turn this sporting event into an assassination. Let's just watch the swimmers, and if we play our cards right, we will get much more than cold-blood murder tonight."