Kill the witch

TYRION

"Where's this footage?" was the natural thing I asked Aziz after what he had just said.

"I have it with me, but it hasn't been fully checked yet. The specialist I've given the camera to said that he recovered the five-hour footage, so it had to capture at least fragments of the fight, but perhaps someone else should—"

"The fewer people know about it, the better," I assured him. "We should watch this footage just the two of us."

After everything that had happened, I became more cautious—and more paranoid. Thanks to Harriet, my office was now spell-protected against most of the magic tricks, and I had also installed jamming devices, just in case more fuckers like Ulisses Cordeiro decided to spy on me.

I told Aziz to lock the door while I turned on every security mechanism I had. Then he handed me the flash drive where the whole footage was, and I put it into my laptop. He stood next to me while I played the first file from the drive. It was distorted, with only flashes of the foo