Amelia remains silent as Grayson takes his time with their secondary mark. She holds the trembling man against her, still and unflinching in her push to keep his focus on the obscenity of having his wife taken from him in this way.

There's no escape for him. No chance of mercy. No release from the pain. Now he feels the struggle and helplessness he forced on them. Now he feels how much suffering he inflicted on them by making them hurt one of theirs. It's satisfying in a way she's needed since that first morning after they were all sent home when she was still sick with guilt, fury, and pain.

The rogue rises to her feet when beckoned, dragging the shell of a man along his knees with her. He's not worth hauling to his feet. She stops them next to the dead woman, holding his head down to look at her for a moment before she grips his chin and forces him to look at her.

"This is the prices of your cruelty and senseless need for suffering for suffering's sake." She leans close, breathing her last words against his lips. "I hope it was worth it."

A brief, angry smile pulls across her lips before she stands again, stepping behind their prey and holding his shoulders in front of Grayson. "As you like him. He's not worth the blood on my blades, but that doesn't make his blood entirely useless to you."