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Her eyes grew cooler the longer they remained on him. She didn't want to see him anymore, truthfully, not while he represented everything she had lost. She had assigned him that label and couldn't remove it even if she wanted to. It was the unrest of facing what had been taken from her, the threats—for truly there had been two, perhaps more in the lines between the spoken words—that had been leveled at her while she merely did her best, all while receiving nothing but disrespect. He harboured all of her bad feelings; it was unfair to Mahler, certainly, but no one could convince Wylla of it.

She humoured him mostly because he asked, and a little because she wanted to see him squirm. It was only an assumption that led her to believe he had stayed and served under Caiaphas—for all Wylla knew, he left the moment she did—but since Ingram had found her long before Mahler, she could only assume he stayed, and all of her spite was built off that erroneous belief.

"You should know," she replied, her tone firm and her tongue barbed. "She led you when I had enough and left, didn't she? Only Ingram cared enough to find me." And Ingram was dead, which said a lot about her worth, she thought venomously.