"So your offer is really worth nothing, isn't it?" Julia asked, smiling. "Tell you what, we will consider our options as a group, and we'll get back to you." She turned to us.
"What do you think we should do?"
Oliver spoke first, his gaze fixed on Jack. "Kill him." Jack flinched almost imperceptibly at those words.
"Angus?"
"I agree," my beautiful vampire said. "We have nothing to lose, and much to gain with his death."
"Fergus? Marcus?"
"Kill him," said Marcus coldly.
"Yep, he needs to be put down like the dog he is," Fergus nodded.
"Rebecca?"
I paused, and Jack's icy gaze settled on me.
"Kill him," I said with all the finality that I felt.
Jack shrugged, feigning indifference. "Whatever," he drawled. "You'll be joining me soon anyway."
Julia gripped the axe in two hands, and a beatific expression settled on her face.
"Goodbye, Jack." And that axe swung in a deadly arc for the last time that day, cleaving Jack's head from his neck in one clean blow.