Maisie
Jericho grabbed the body and threw it over his shoulder, like he'd done this a thousand times. He was getting rid of the body.
My body seized.
"Y- you killed him," I stammered, feeling the blood slide all the way down my breasts, soaking my chest. "He was the Queen's—"
"He was supposed to be," came Soren's voice from over Quinlan's shoulder as he sneered at the body. "They haven't performed the mating ceremony yet. But there will be a price to pay for this."
His violet eyes met mine. "Do you never do as you're told?"
It wasn't a yell. But it sounded like one.
He was reprimanding me?
