Tears streaked down my face.
He clicked his tongue, and the sound of his boot felt like drums of impending doom as he drew closer.
"You should have seen the poor thing. Alone in this very bed. The windows were locked, and the whole house smelled like death. The villagers didn't even know something was amiss." He chuckled. "Most pitiful was watching him expel his last breath, crying and begging for his daughter."
My heart thundered in my ears. A painful tightness ensnared my throat as I was thrown into despair. I felt empty. So empty. And nothing could ever fill that void.
My breathing grew shallow.
"Where—" I croaked, my hands balling into tight fists that pulled at the bed sheet. "Where is he?"
"You mean to ask for the body."
My nerves jolted to a start as he stopped directly behind me. His words made me snap.
I ripped out the bedsheet and hurled it at him, screaming.
"This is all your fault!"
