"Magnus is not a man I wish to cross," she said. "He is a bad man, Darius." Magnus must die, she thought. But how? She thought of all the nights he lay with her and how easily it could be to do so. But she wouldn't, couldn't be the one to do it. She looked up at Darius and only a single tear seemed to cling to her lower lid, something she seemed to be trying to hold back. "What if he does find me here?" That was when she thought, it was kill or be killed.