Once I was a blade’s length away from Dolores, I lifted the blade and pointed it at her. "You are one of the biggest blights upon magical society. You are an entitled worthless shite who believes everything should be handed upon a bloody silver platter. Tell me one good reason why I shouldn’t strike you down, right here and now?" I wasn’t actually going to do that. There was no way I was going to bloody this sword, let alone her disgusting blood. That would be a disappointment to Arthur, one I didn’t want to make unless it was absolutely needed. 