William became irritated, seeing Yeriel’s loss at making Lord Kirien’s wife swallow the cure. Her teeth were clenched so tight that if she tried, most of the solution would be wasted.
“Give me that,” William said, and literally seized the flask from her.
Since the bombardment, he was a bit agitated. Despite him presenting the same collected self, he was really short on time. His associates had already made their move already on the information he had given them. Things would get a bit complicated from here, but again, didn’t he act as a civilised sorcerer for this kind of opportunity?
He did feel a little qualm betraying his colleagues whom he worked with for over a year, but he killed that promptly. The world is changing. You either join in the line, behind others or form a line for yourself. William always wanted to be the latter.