killed by eye of balor

“Good.” Mab touched my burned arm again and then withdrew her hand. “It is possible that I shall fall this night.”
“You’re immortal,” I said.
“Immortal. Not eternal. There is power here of the truly ancient world. It is enough to ensure the deed.” She narrowed her eyes. “Should I fall, I have one last command you would be wise to fulfill.”
I tilted my head.
“Kill Molly Carpenter,” she said calmly. “As quickly as possible.”
“Funny,” I said.
Mab stared at me.
Of course. She hadn’t been joking.
On a normal day, I would have been more upset. Today already hurt so much that I hardly noticed. Mab wanted me to kill someone. She usually did. It was sort of my job description.
I frowned dully at her. “Why?”
“As Winter Lady, she shows promise,” Mab said. “But she is not ready to become Mab. The consequences would be . . . unsettling. For both of you. Perhaps for all of Winter.”
I tried to think of the kind of situation that would unsettle Mab. My mind shied away from it.
“That’s not going to be an issue,” I said. “Because you aren’t going to get killed tonight. When I bury Murph, she’s going to be holding the shattered key to that Titanic bitch’s cell on Demonreach in her hands.”
Mab’s face blossomed into a carnivore’s sharp grin. “Not the Eye?”
“Fuck the Eye,” I said.
She actually lifted her hand to cover her mouth. But I saw her eyes . . . smile. It was damned eerie. “All upon the field tonight want that weapon. Your own White Council included. It is the primary reason they fight.”
I blinked.
I looked out at the ruddy haze outside and spat a curse.
Of course. That’s why everyone was fighting beside Mab. Not to honor the treaty, at least not for all of them. But to secure a weapon that would give them an enormous advantage over any of the other Accorded nations. One that could be a threat even to immortals like Mab. I could imagine what the Senior Council would be saying about it if I accused them, too. Too dangerous, could cause havoc, can’t let those monsters have it, we’ll be able to lock it away and keep it safe, harrumph, harrumph.

Battle Ground Chapter 24, Page 219-220