She wanted to throw in his face that if she curled up in a ball afraid every time someone wanted to murder her, she would never be able to move on with her life. There were dozens, possibly hundreds of people in their small society that wanted to be the instrument in her death. It was nothing new. William Wood was only the latest in a long line of potential enemies. She knew he was dangerous, but at the same time, she wasn't exactly worried. Better wizards than him had tried and failed to kill her.