"No," she murmurs, giving a cold smile. "There's no law against it."

But if she had held down a Daybreak witch, threatened her with a vampire to make her comply, then forced truth serum down her throat to make her compromise Daybreak? Well. She had no doubt that Guardians would be after her. 'Against a law' or not. But, then, what did she expect? Sylvia controlled the Night Council.

She controlled London.

But that... That would change.

"I don't trust Sylvia in the slightest. She proved what she believes in when we spoke in her office." It's easy to say. Because it's a simple, ugly truth. "And everyone who doesn't stand against her stands with her."

There was no middle ground, not really. 'Neutrality' simply meant supporting the status quo.

"I never wanted a bloodbath. Not ever."

But her hands are caked in it now, she knows.