Magnus stared into the middle distance, actively choosing not to look at Luke. He didn't have to try to turn his voice cold, tense his jaw with anger; it was a genuine reaction, pure dark pleasure at the fact that yes, Valentine was dead.

But he didn't want Luke to see the rest of his thoughts, the still blazing fire of hatred, not for the man but his son. He didn't want Luke to know that the war was still not won.

"Yes," he said coldly. "He is very dead."