Chapter 39

In two days, we arrived at the graveyard where Jack’s wife was buried. Before leaving, he had given hell to his gang, while I simply abandoned my men.

What was the worst thing that could happen?

Let them sit in the village and stuff their faces, especially since I had paid the elder more than enough. A simple grave, not especially well-kept...

“What was her name?”

“Isabel Norret.”

Without stopping to think, I stretched my hand out above the grave. True, a woman had died there, and it was a bad death, in hate and agony. That was a haunted place. That was how graveyards could awaken—when the pain of those who lay in the consecrated soil became too much for the ground to bear. And if the thrall who had consecrated that land cared more about his belly than his debt, everything would happen even faster. And the horror would start.

Well, it would be a horror for humans. I didn’t really care.

“Isabel Norret, come forth.”

No use. The power was gone with the wind. Hmm, so what did Rene tell me