Antonin found her just as she was adding the last of the rats. Macnair was begging for mercy. Her husband, the one who could flay a man alive with a single spell and not bat an eye, gagged and almost threw up when he saw what she was doing. He hadn't stepped in to stop it, of course. No, he was well aware that she had a number of enemies that she was intent on disposing of. Instead, he stood at her side, wrapped his arm around her waist, and complimented her on her creativity. The student, it seemed, had finally surpassed the teacher.