"It means that Ian Hanrahan is about to die," Cossot said, looking up into the crimson eyes of the powerful vampire. "Because, because the lady you serve has decided that now is the time for him to die," she said as she realized the truth that went with those words.
Sybyll had been strong enough to storm the keep and kill Ian Hanrahan for a long time. It was only now that she'd been allowed to that Ian would finally die, but his fate had been sealed long ago, perhaps from the very day that Sybyll had become a vampire. There had been an axe hanging above his head since long ago, he simply hadn't realized it. Or if he'd known, he'd never believed it would really reach his neck.
"Aye, tha' is part of it," Sybyll acknowledged. "But think past me cousin. Ask yerself what it means ta' be a knight an' executioner fer someone more powerful than ye are."
