She trusted him. Claimed he was a good man. That was what Anton feared. Necromancers were known to be manipulative, though it was usually only something that worked on the young and ignorant, those who didn't know what necromancers did. Anyone here qualified.

But Anton also wouldn't have expected any necromancer to give up their magic to save the lives of others. They wouldn't have even considered it. And if Raine's presence was what caused Wreath's changes of heart, then Anton couldn't well deny that their courtship might be of benefit in more ways than one.

"Then I will hope you're given no reason to doubt that trust," Anton said, picked up the weapons and tossing them into the furnace, and closing and locking the door. "Step back. I don't know what effects the taint will have on the fire." He did so himself, moving to the sigils which control temperature and activating them to the highest degree.

Heat built and flames roared. The Hotel shuddered in its foundation and Anton thought he saw darkness in the window, blackness sliding along the lines of wards. They never penetrated the furnace door. Still, Anton thought it would be safer to leave the furnace closed for a little while, to give things time to settle.