“Yes,” Mistress Katha said. “Now you know his weakness. Not his greed. Not his cruelty. His shame . Because he knows it’s wrong, and he does it anyway. That knowledge—that crack—is where you insert the blade.”
“I do not balance scales,” she said. “But occasionally, I enjoy watching a hammer fall on the hand that swung it.” mistress katha
“Julian Cross has a housekeeper. Marta. She has been with him twenty-three years. She knows where his safe is hidden, what his nightmares are, and which of his smiles is real. She also has a grandson with a rare blood disorder. Julian pays for the treatment. Generously.” “Yes,” Mistress Katha said
I nodded.
“Yes.”