“If you want Calum dead, why don't you kill him yourself?"
"The Old One made me the healer," Phoebe argued. "She didn't give me your skills."
Brigid felt her temper rising. "So my job is to kill while you keep your hands clean? How convenient."
Phoebe's heart sank. There was so much at stake and Brigid was making it all about her again. "I can't believe this. You're not going to do anything because you're still jealous of me?"
"Excuse me? What?"
Phoebe instantly knew she'd pushed it too far. She'd shone a spotlight on something that should have stayed hidden. "I'm sorry," she hurried to say.
"Fuck you," Brigid responded. "Here's a little tip, princess. If you want someone to do your dirty work, it's best not to insult them.”