"I can see that." Percy's voice was still calm, steady in the way it became when he'd firmly set aside any sense of decency he maintained otherwise.

"I want Mythcarver. I want the earring. I want--" Percy drew Animus and pointed it at Scanlan's knee. His hand did not tremble. "For you to recall that we were your friends and any betrayal was on your part, not theirs."

He pulled the trigger.