Assassination attempts

“Four groups,” she said, flipping a page in the ledger.
“With an average of three cathars or hunters in each
one.”
“Popping out of my cellar,” Davriel said, waving in
annoyance, “or breaking down my front door. Those
twins with the tridents smashed my dining room win-
dow—the one made of antique stained glass. Someone
keeps telling them of me, and so they keep coming to
slay me. It’s growing severely inconvenient. What can I
do to get you villagers to shut up?”

Chapter 4