"You know, we wouldn't be in this mess if you hadn't endorsed Sebastian's fanatical obsession with the Datk Arts." Ominis snaps sharply, his expression twisted into a snarl. His face looms close to yours, his blind eyes glinting.

The bitterness in his voice is from more than just what happened in the scriptorium. The tension in his shoulders a build up of years of torment ready to burst. And you? The perfect outlet for it to misdirect to.

He's already lost Anne, then Sebastian. Now likely you.