Well, that was a relief. Heiji relaxed slightly. "There's a difference between a murder planned for reasons personal to the perpetrator and one carried out for someone else's entertainment. The latter has no meaning. It's contrived." Which was fine for a novel, but not when an actual life was involved.

And then he stiffened slightly again. Mab's touch made the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. "...You know, where I come from, people only do that when they're sweet on someone."

Or pretending to be. But why Mab would be either was a mystery to him...