"Contract's done with."
Her voice sputters with blood, and without turning, I let her add it to the stories held here. God's blood is a legendary resource, after all.
"Turns out she fulfilled the contract," Thoriane continues. "Or her friends did. Doesn't matter. Death do us part, I'm leaving her alone."
I don't need the werewolf. What I need is my library intact - and if I need leverage, so be it.
And if you should have to hunt her until the end of her life or yours?
"See, I have this thing called respect," Thoriane coughs, her head lifting higher in distaste. "And on her end, only a Guardian can kill another Guardian."
You destroyed my records.
Thoriane only laughs. "You told me to keep the host alive. How else was I meant to keep her from you? You never noticed that her name was never in your records - I had to dig that one up myself. The one who found it for me is protected as well."
Your protection is meaningless.
"Then where is he, Tamenthan? Where are any of them?"
I told you to protect actors, not write a play.
"You decided to enact a scorched-earth attack on an entire continent without even looking into what you'd need to preserve to save the worldI INVITED YOU INTO MY HOME THIS IS MY HOME! THIS IS MY HOME, TAMENTHAN! What did you expect me to do? I leveraged my connections so there would be a world you could keep! What you're doing is-"
Realization crosses her face, but it's too late.
You can sink with your forsaken home, then.